
When we keep walking and slip, we start building our layers of fear to falling. Then we fall in love, break our heart so often we start loosing count, and that is how we tell every bit piece of our heart not to fall that freely next time: cos man, it hurts!
So some of us grow, and find ourselves a bigger version of that kid who cry after falling from the tree he climbed, only we have smaller guts to climb back than he did.
Sad, now isn’t it?
We can jump, so stupid we break our hips, and end up learning how to wear parachute (lazy sample, but one can see the lesson, and yes it happens!), not because we get so scared, but because we remember being overwhelmed when our breath rushed in, when the sky feels so closer, or when we laugh in the air so high.
The world’s moving on, and freezing ourselves in steady motion in the middle of a busy rail road, is plain silly.
We need to take a deep breath, and whatever wound that is, well .. rush to heal. The longer you stay there, the worse it’ll become. Trust me on this.
Or probably because they don’t know, quite exactly as you do, that if only you gave it a try a little bit more, you’re capable to fix yourself and heal even faster.
Zuber
Liked the title: Buckle UP and MOVE. That is how life works hon .. Wish you best