Imagine you are at the Grand Canyon. Its a sunny beautiful afternoon. Its not too hot to be outside but not too cold to be in your favorite short shirt, blue skies as far as the eye can see. As you feel the warm sun beating down on the back of your neck, you walk towards the edge of the canyon, where you spot a long piece of land jetting out into the canyon itself, like a pointed plank of a pirates ship. Gingerly you run to the edge of the earth to peer down into the depths below. As you can closer and closer to the point you try to slow down but you realized its too late, as you lose your balance you slip and fall. You barely manage to grab the very point of the land you just fell from. Barely hanging onto it. The fear paralyzes you for a moment. You can hardly hold up your own weight. With all your strength you try to pull yourself up and just when you think youre OK, the rock breaks. Youre own weight snaps the plank in front of you and you fall into the canyon you came to see. The plank represents being a kid. Youre giddiness to reach the farthest point of the plank to see into the canyon represents you wishing you could grow up faster. You slipping is the moment you realized youre growing up faster then you wanted. You catching yourself is the moment you think you can undo it all. Pulling yourself up is the moment you think you can stop growing up. The rock breaking is realizing we dont have a choice. I suddenly dont want to go to the Grand Canyon.
Posted on: Wed, 16 Oct 2013 07:18:14 +0000
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