What if I Fall?
Oh my sweetheart what if you fly?”
Did you ever asked yourself if you like the person you are? If you are you have always desired to be?
Do you know what you want to be?
To be blunt, it wasn’t until a few days ago that I realized who I really wanted to be. I want to be that person who really tells people that they can fly. I want to see the magic that they have heaped up in their hearts for so long. And I want to make them see it, I want to make them use it. Because truth be told, falling is another way to fly.
Ask yourself, “What if I actually fly?” Ask yourself over and over again, until you stop being pessimistic that you’ll fall.
And once you actually believe that you can fly, never let anyone take that from you. Never let that glint go out.
And I find it sad that it’s not the fall that shatter most people, but rather angst. Or doubt. They stare down and they’re afraid of what might happen. The fall won’t shatter you. Trust me. If you are brave enough to try to fly, the fall won’t ever, ever crush you.
Failure is provisional. Pain is provisional. Anger is provisional. Hopelessness is provisional.
Quitting, However…..that one lasts forever.
I believe that if grownups would have been required to learn how to walk, most of us would be creeping on floors. You fall and you get up, you fall and you get up. Sometimes it hurts. You cry.
But then you give a fresh try. Idealism is a odd mixture of hope, wisdom, and enthusiasm.

Courage. Ambition. Perseverance.
You’ll have all that, and a lot more, when your belief in the possibility of flourishing becomes stronger than your fear of abortion.
I see the magic in people. I see magic in artists that I admire. I see an endless potential for eminence. It’s my will to see that in them, even when they aren’t keen to see it in themselves.
For a long time I used to consider that I had been born to be immense. That I’d take over the world. That I’d change something, leave something behind. It’s not true, actually. I wasn’t born to be immense. No one ever is. I took that. I told myself that. I lied to myself. I tripped from failure to failure. I decided to be self-propelled, to be fueled by my desire to become great, not by others seeing that greatness in me. I decided to fight for what I wanted, because no one would ever fight that battle for me.
So what if you can fly?….What if you can actually do it..?