It Is Now Time To Fly

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When I was four years old, I remember I was four because it was the day my brother was born, the sky was clear and right for flight. From a child my biggest dream was flying through the sky...not in a plane, but through the sky under my own ability. Obviously, this is a dream of a child. Under the dreams of a child are rarely the realities of life, therefore, it stands to reason that the higher up I could get, on the two story deck, the easier it would be to fly - I'd already be fairly high up. Under a bit of encouragement from a close friend Tyler took to flight, and it was great, for about a whole second...maybe two! The freedom, that speed, the pain. Luckily for me all I suffered was a sprained ankle. Also luckily for me my mom had just begun to give birth to my brother so they were already headed to the hospital - now we could kill two birds with one stone. Was it a stupid choice? Not at all in my mind and I'd easily do it again if I could relive the moment. Why? Because for a moment I lived past the boundaries of this world and entered into the magic of my own imagination - where limits, boundaries, expectations are only restricted to the worlds in my mind. For that single second I wasn't falling, I wasn't scared, I wasn't making a poor choice, I...was....flying!! Do I still dare to fly in my life? Maybe it doesn't look the same as jumping off a two story deck, but will I take that step off and keep eyes fixed to the sky - enjoying entering the world of my imagination? Do we enter this life on a daily basis? I don't know...

It is time to fly again and I'll tell you all a secret - flying, is still the utmost dream and world inside my mind. Walking home from work there are breaks in the tree lines, angles of buildings that entice me, movements of clouds and vehicles that make me look to the sky in belief. There is a sensation beneath my feet and within the center of my body...there is a feeling of flight. You think I'm just writing but I feel this nearly everyday - this dream to fly and the freedom that comes with it!! I'd give anything to just lift from my reality into the world above us all - to speed through clouds and wind that moves only for me...maybe it's a child's dream, well then it's a child's dream with a bigger body. My dream someday, is still to fly. Someday, I will fly. Oddly enough though, as I look back upon my life - perhaps my strength is not in flying...maybe it's in invulnerability and survival - I mean, I flew from two stories, was hit by a car, have taken some horrible falls and hits, was destroyed in a fist fight, and other things...and yet I heal quickly and remain permanently undamaged and alive. Perhaps I'm more like Superman than I think...after all, I'm invincible as long as I'm alive! It is now time for me to fly!!