flying or falling...

I see myself standing on the edge of the cliff, beautiful blue sky above me and I see clouds beneath me. I feel like I’m standing on the top of world. I can see for miles and I see the curving earth and that is when I reckon, the reason why I’m there.

That strong wind, the crazy crowd of tourists and all the shenanigans around me and I take small steps towards the edge, I hear someone screaming to step back, but I can’t I can’t.

And I jump off the cliff with one aim, to accomplish my dream of flying I hear the screams and I feel the strong wind on my face. I have never been so happy; have never been so alive, I can hear my heartbeat I can feel my heart racing like the throttle of formula one car.

I see myself slicing through the thick blanket of clouds; the sound of people screaming from the cliff is getting dimmer. I can barely keep my eyes open and I’m so excited that I can’t explain.

I do understand that the people above are worried that I am falling but from where I see I am flying, the sky is shining blue above me and I haven’t touched the ground yet. I’m in middle of both and in state of referential frame where I can still say that I’m flying.

I have jumped with a leap of faith that the wings would grow on the way down.

The world in which nothing is forever and nothing is for certain, I am experiencing the resurrection a sensation in my body that I have never felt before. Is it bad to feel so alive when you are so close to be swallowed by death?

I have heard wise men say that death is boring and inevitable whereas life is full of possibilities, and I want to explore every bit of my life and I want to fly and I want to bring my dreams to life; while it is still possible.

I leave it for the reader to decide for me, whether I’m flying or falling.

~nilesh