Sometimes I feel like I'm living my life in the air. Like I've jumped out of a plane and I can see everything below me, but I just don't know where I'm going to land.
I get frantic. I get impatient. I want to pull on the cord and unfurl the parachute in the hopes that I can direct my descent a little sooner. But it never works out the way I want it to. I end up floating through the air and waiting longer than I would have if I had let things unfold at the right time; and I end up even more anxious to get my feet onto solid ground.
There's no stopping the free fall because I'm already out of the plane. So I can either enjoy the scenery around me, appreciate the wind in my face, celebrate the feeling of being ALIVE... or... I can count the minutes, the seconds until "it's all over" and live with my eyes shut tight.
I'm blinking... Sometimes my eyes are open, sometimes they're closed, but I'm in the air and I'm not sure when I'm coming down.