Falling

Dear Mummy

A little while back my friend posted the following on her blog "We succeed we fail, you win some you lose some, and some times we fly and sometimes we fall, that's just life!"

my sister has a 'flair' on her cork board which reads "sometimes the person you fall for is just not ready to catch you"

today i read in Terry Pratchett's 'Going Postal':

" I wonder if it's like this for mountain climbers, he thought. You climb bigger and bigger mountains and you know that one day one of them is going to be just that bit too steep. But you go on doing it, because it's so-o good when you breathe the air up there. And you know you'll die falling "

there are so many ways in which falling can be a metaphor for life. not only is there the thrill and the adrenaline as you feel the air slip past you, but there is the overwhelming knowledge that at some point you will hit the ground and may never get up again. as a species we throw ourselves into situations and all too often the fall itself is not what kills our hope.

for all too often we live for hope. hope is the drive that pulls us forward. we all know the things that will never happen, but we get up each day and go about our routines in case one day - today - is the day the impossible blesses us with a visit.

i have hopes. a hope that one day someone will ask me to stay in their life, instead of letting me walk out of it. a hope that i am someone worth fighting for. a hope that one day when i fall, someone will go out of their way to catch me.

heather xoxox