A lot of the time in life you can feel like you’re hanging on by your fingernails. Just clinging to the precipice, desperately hoping that something or someone will come along to help you up, brush you off, and give you the means to stand on solid ground again.
Of course, whether you realise it or not, the fact remains that when – if you are lucky enough, that is – that person or event comes along to assist you, the position you are in will still be pretty damn precarious. For you see, you’re still standing on a cliff. The merest push, a mild breath of wind, even a brief misstep on your part can lead to a backwards fall from which you may be unable to recover.
In this scenario, ignorance might yet again be bliss. Maybe it’s better to be completely unaware of your own susceptibility to the shifting sands of fortune. Maybe you have to embrace the moment and live without fear of the uncertain. Maybe the very fact of acting without regard to the sheer drop behind you is, in itself, strengthening your foothold.
Once you’ve fallen a few times, you can’t be so surefooted. At any moment you may seem well-grounded, solid, confident of yourself and your surroundings…but if someone does deign to ask how you feel, you are given pause to wonder. How safe am I? How secure is my position, really? How much would it take, in all honesty, to send me spinning back into that black void once more?
Solidarity, brothers & sisters…