Fear of falling

 

May 25, 2013

 

I’m always jealous of people I think of as truly great, those who can do or say things better than I can, who reach down deep into their souls to come up with something I can’t find inside myself. These people need no road map or sonar to navigate the parlous waters of their own consciousness. They are the ones who can look in the mirror and not cringe at what they see – while I struggle to find myself in the mists inside myself, needing Columbus’ nerve and the steadfast belief that sailing that sea I won’t at some point fall of the edge.