Unpretentious assessments of circadian circumstances.

Pushed off the plane.

Sometimes, it seems that we all need a little extra coaxing. Even when we’re properly trained, resolved and strapped with a parachute, we just can’t bring ourselves to make that jump. Conquering our fears of the unknown, the uncertainty about what awaits us in our landing, or (if you’re a statistician) the probability that our second parachute will malfunction much like the first one. What’s the worst that could happen (aside from certain death)? Well, every now and again it feels like I’m the hesitant jumper and life is the S.O.B. that said, “Look over there!” and then gave a very spirited shove when it was least expected. It must happen to even the most seasoned jumpers, right? The excitement, the anticipation, the dainty arthropods fluttering about our insides–it’s what makes us feel alive, and quite frankly, keeps up coming back for more. It’s these perceived adversities that shape us. As we fine tune our reactions to the unforeseen and polish our most innate instinct of perseverance, we evolve into professionals. No, I don’t mean the big cheese that strokes your pay check, I mean professional survivors. Cunning and competent enough to survive with minor cuts and scrapes even when our equipment fails us or the first aid kit is empty…

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3 responses

  1. Actually Danya- I Like this post.. it Makes one think. And I think it is a very interesting metaphor about life in general.-If your mind clocks like this.. Write more of these. Nuff Said.

    March 15, 2012 at 11:31 pm

  2. Death is never certain until you’re dead. Then once you’re dead there’s nothing left to fear. I can relate to what you’re saying, but I think your readership could use a little more specificity. What was the recent event that inspired this writing?

    February 23, 2012 at 8:51 pm

    • Great question. It was intended to be more of an extended metaphor, if you will. A post written this nebulously is intended to bring out different interpretations exclusive to the reader, similar to the way an abstract painting would conjure a different explanation from each of its observers. However, not all my posts will be so allusive. For a better understanding of what may have occurred, today’s post was a bit more literal.

      February 23, 2012 at 9:25 pm

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