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Let this be your lullaby.
Try it.
You'll dream.
Try it.
You'll dream.
Wednesday, 12 December 2012
Friday, 7 December 2012
Free, at last.
Angel, by Salvador Dalí
So
you are standing there, on the edge of some imaginary cliff. You are so
damn afraid, to fall, to fail, to look like a fucking fool. It feels
like the entire world is watching you.
The hurricane of doubt challenges your balance. You become so self-aware. You forget the muscles that hold your once gracious posture. Your knees weaken.
The claws of fear possess you and the offbeat of your heart makes you tremble. You close your eyes. The beast of vertigo makes you want to jump. You stumble.
The ground on which you’re standing is burning. Confidence melts with your frantic terror and your will stubbornly freezes as you stand on the sizzling fire.
You wish, oh yes, you blindly wish, for everything to be done and over with.
Really, who cares?
Somewhere, out of nowhere, someone shouts: Jump!
Com’on you can do it! Another voice screams.
They have faith in you, but you just can’t believe it.
You clutch your nails tightly against the palm of your hands. You want to fight back, but those muscles, too, have abandoned you.
And just in that moment, when your dreams start fading like thin particles of ashes blown by gusts of self-deprecation, someone whispers your name and almost violently, defies you face-to-face:
“I love you! I love you!” the invisible voice says.
That’s when you open your eyes.
You are awake, and the cliff -yes that cliff - is fucking real, just as the fists that couldn’t punch, just as the wings you never noticed unfolding, just as the abyss beckoning you.
Without thinking or knowing why, you jump.
Yes, you jump.
Just like that.
Somehow, for reasons without words to explain it, you discover that you can fly.
Yes, you can fly.
Just like that.
All beneath and above you is an amazingly vast white canvas.
And yes, oh yes, the entire world is really watching you.
Nothing can stop you now.
You’re free.
At last.
[click here for audio version]
The hurricane of doubt challenges your balance. You become so self-aware. You forget the muscles that hold your once gracious posture. Your knees weaken.
The claws of fear possess you and the offbeat of your heart makes you tremble. You close your eyes. The beast of vertigo makes you want to jump. You stumble.
The ground on which you’re standing is burning. Confidence melts with your frantic terror and your will stubbornly freezes as you stand on the sizzling fire.
You wish, oh yes, you blindly wish, for everything to be done and over with.
Really, who cares?
Somewhere, out of nowhere, someone shouts: Jump!
Com’on you can do it! Another voice screams.
They have faith in you, but you just can’t believe it.
You clutch your nails tightly against the palm of your hands. You want to fight back, but those muscles, too, have abandoned you.
And just in that moment, when your dreams start fading like thin particles of ashes blown by gusts of self-deprecation, someone whispers your name and almost violently, defies you face-to-face:
“I love you! I love you!” the invisible voice says.
That’s when you open your eyes.
You are awake, and the cliff -yes that cliff - is fucking real, just as the fists that couldn’t punch, just as the wings you never noticed unfolding, just as the abyss beckoning you.
Without thinking or knowing why, you jump.
Yes, you jump.
Just like that.
Somehow, for reasons without words to explain it, you discover that you can fly.
Yes, you can fly.
Just like that.
All beneath and above you is an amazingly vast white canvas.
And yes, oh yes, the entire world is really watching you.
Nothing can stop you now.
You’re free.
At last.
[click here for audio version]
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