There is a time and a place for everything.
I am not ready yet for this. I am not ready. I will when I am ready. I am preparing.
“Take your time.” Breathe.”The voice says.
I am breathing.
Then I felt a push. I was mid-air. I was falling. I was flying. No, no, I was falling. Not everyone learns to fly in the middle of their fall. Some of us break their necks, some of us sink. Some of us survive, injured. Some of us die, brutally, slow deaths. Some of us pass out in fear…Some of us are still on the brink, waiting and thinking about all this, which one will I be. I am not ready yet.
There is a time and place for everything and what if this is neither my time, nor my place?
Then I need to be somewhere else, right now.
Then I need to come back here, another time.
But I will be back.
No I haven’t really done everything, but I have done quite a few, scratched the surface really, but man, did I claw with all my might. Everything will not be accomplished in my lifetime, or in yours. But right here, right now, I will be doing something. Not flying, sure. I will not attempt to swim either. But I will take a step. Maybe a few. All I know is, I have come to a point, where, if the wind or the wave buoys me I won’t resist thinking I am not ready. I am willing to see where it takes me. I am willing to see what this time+place is going to bring my way. If it indeed is the time+place to sink and thump, so be it. I embrace with the softest neck and open lungs.
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