Alex is testing the waters of the pool while I’m letting myself get overheated sitting on a lawn chair. Approximately three minutes have passed, half of his body is above water, and he is still fidgeting around trying to decide if he’s comfortable with the temperature.
I get the feeling I’m being cooked alive sitting in a layer of sweat and I know the time has come. I saunter to the pool, picking up speed as I approach the edge, with one thought on my mind;
When given the chance to vividly experience a moment, wouldn’t we take it?
With each passing moment we are given the option to either jump into something or let it float by. When we jump we are suspended in mid-air and for a moment, we are free. This is a fragile state because what happens next is beyond our control. When we fall we are reminded of our weight once gravity pulls us back down to the ground. We just have to rely on the knowing that something will catch us.
To be vulnerable: is to be alive; susceptible to destruction. And that’s the thing about life; everything must end to begin.
When approached by vulnerability, there are two options of thought: fear or acceptance. We are alive in a time where the fear of discomfort often dims the beauty of chance. Often, I crave the things I desire and not the things I need, comfort becomes an escape, and vulnerability becomes associated with fear. It is easier to be afraid, to stay still, to retreat. Anything worth experiencing has uncertainty of the outcome, but the fear is optional. It is the fear that allows the opportunity of failure to occur. Fear is something created in the mind, and the mind alone. And I just have to remember that.
I have to remember not to fear the fall, but to anticipate the landing.