journey.
to take flight into an endless blue sky with no clear understanding of where you may land. to close your eyes and make the jump without checking there is a safe place beneath you. to fall. on purpose. so that there is a possibility to get back up and try again. inspiration.
inspiration.
this is what inspiration is to me. we claim to be inspired by events and people and things and talent all the time. but to be inspired is paralleled with action. to be set in motion, to start to accomplish something... anything. it's without inspiration and without movement that we become complacent. hopeless.
hopeless.
to live with no light.
sometimes the comfortability of how we know to survive is easier than moving beyond it. disappointment is something we know. struggle is something we know. and the things we know comfort us. but how do we un-do the years and years of surviving. it's the journey of moving beyond this that is the most difficult journey of all. love.
love.
the only thing strong enough to combat the mountain ahead. a thoughtful word from a stranger that penetrates so deeply into your heart, you find the strength to climb to the next ridge. the journey is the destination. is yours worth walking?
