Fear of falling
May 25, 2013
Iím always jealous of people I think of as truly great, those who can do or say things better than I can, who reach down deep into their souls to come up with something I canít find inside myself. These people need no road map or sonar to navigate the parlous waters of their own consciousness. They are the ones who can look in the mirror and not cringe at what they see Ė while I struggle to find myself in the mists inside myself, needing Columbusí nerve and the steadfast belief that sailing that sea I wonít at some point fall of the edge.