leap

I think after 3 years I'm finally starting to get it. Things are beginning to look a little more clear, but I'm still scared to death. It's frightening having to depend on other people, especially once you've been hurt a few times. Maybe by the same person, or situation, or even multiple people in a row. Once you've been hurt or let down and you've felt helpless it's hard to go back, to trust, to just let the pieces fall.

But in the end that's what we all have to do. Sure we can be safe, hold back, be cautious, but when did that ever get you anywhere? When did that ever get you right where you wanted to be? Sometimes it takes that leap, where you don't know where you'll end up after you jump or how hard you'll come tumbling down. If we never do it though, how will we know if anyone is there to catch us. How will we know if it was all worth it, or if it's just time to move on to the next thing that makes something stir inside.

Sometimes if you're really lucky that thing comes to you neatly wrapped, but typically that's only the stuff found in movies. In real life that is boring. We want the challenge no matter how many times we beg for something to fall into our laps, at the end of the day we want something to show for our hard work and time.