April 30, 2008
Skydiving is a great metaphor for life. My momma always used to tell me that no one can ever make you feel bad unless you allow it. No one can ever love you unless you let them. You're in control of who you open your heart for, bad or good. Same with skydiving. You're in control of letting go. No one can peel your fingers off that wing for you. It's really an awesome sense of control and total freedom. If you choose to let go and you keep your wits about you, everything that happens after that is a breeze, your ultimate reward. Once you've made that journey climbing all the way out to the end of the wing, you look back at the plane and you know crawling back in is just not an option. The only way to get where you want to go is to let go. Really, you just let go. Once you've done it, you'll never look at yourself the same way again. You'll always know, "damn, I actually let go!" After that, there's nothing you can't do. It's just crazy.