It’s the fall that determines how we are lifted, how we lift ourselves. Its only once we are broken that we know if we can be whole again. The strength that makes us take a leap into the future with our head held high comes from the spirit of being able to dust ourselves and move on, once fallen. But that is only once we have.
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“I have come to accept the feeling of not knowing where I am going. And I have trained myself to love it. Because it is only when we are suspended in mid-air with no landing in sight, that we force our wings to unravel and alas begin our flight. And as we fly, we still may not know where we are going. But the miracle is in the unfolding of the wings. You may not know where you’re going, but you know that so long as you spread your wings, the winds will carry you.”
― C. JoyBell C.
I was reading this yesterday and each word resonated in my mind like it was written to describe the state of mind we usually find ourselves in. There are times when we find ourselves going somewhere we are unaware of and the only thing that really keeps us going is that, no matter what; we would reach there…somewhere.
But that would only be possible if we muster the courage to spread our wings and move with the wind… flapping away in a direction most suited and safe. After all, who wants to be left lost in a storm?
We may have been to virgin lands and discovered the unknown, but it’s the comfort of knowing familiar places and the idea of coming back home which keeps us going. We all need that warm fuzzy place to keep us secure. But that does not necessarily mean that we don’t take the risks that come with life. We embrace them just as they are and in the process get bruised, burnt, hurt. And then, with the experiences in tow fight the rest of the battle; winning over the little piece of ourselves we may have lost in the process.
And in this losing ourselves, we eventually find ourselves.
This post is a part of the Ultimate Blog Challenge, July 2013