Imagine if we could see life this way… the span of our time here on this Earth, in the breadth of a couple of minutes. The fear to stand on our own two feet, then the will to push out and bet the farm, given a slight nudge. The determination, the constant moments where we lose our balance and plummet down to the ground, just when we think we’ve got it all figured out. How hard it is sometimes to get back up, and yet, after years of practice, it begins to get a little easier. We have to plant our feet just so…push with this muscle that we never knew we had, and strive. Then, someday, once we’ve earned our bruises and we have the aches and pains to prove that we’ve lived, maybe we’ll know what it feels like to fly.