Today was the first in the journey toward our reuniting,
and it has been a roller-coaster of emotion.
Once again pushed toward the road in the name of love and adventure,
I am reminded of what it is to jump from a cliff. You climb to the edge
without hesitancy, sure that you have the constitution
to throw yourself into the void. Peaking over the cusp, you see the space
between you and the presumed safety and endless possibilities of the sea below.
The heart beats uncontrollably. The ocean-sprayed slick of the rock
beneath your feet begins to make you feel nervous, and the perspiration begins.
Doubt sets in. The thought of climbing down arises...
he waters look more dark and ominous from this height.
But, resolute on experiencing life to it's fullest, you make your peace
with whatever powers you choose to believe in and say a little prayer:
“I thank whatever gods may be, for my unconquerable soul...
I am the master of my fate. I am the captain of my soul." – William Ernest Henley
Then you leap.
You leap because you know that there is adventure ahead. You leap because
behind you is a rock: beautiful, unique, and timeless, but known.
he leap takes you toward the unknown. It provides exhilaration.
Mindfulness of the approach toward breaching is paramount, yet your attention
lies elsewhere. It lies in every fleeting instant
in which you feel more alive than previously thought possible.
Time both expands to the infinite, and yet is gone in a blink.
There's a sense of eternity in this leap; a sense of connectedness.
And while I long for the time when I see you again, I am marinating myself
in all of these delicious little bits of emotion that make us so very human.
Consider the following: At this very moment, we are living something
that can be considered the oldest story ever told
mixed into an age where adventure is more accessible than ever.
And I dig the thought of that.