Impact

Sometimes it feels like we have been fired off by a catapult. That life is about getting flung through the air at high speed, in a predetermined direction that someone has chosen for us.

When we are young, we see only the blue sky above, as we soar ever higher. We might even spread out our arms and pretend fly, free like the birds. But slowly the ascend stops and the arc flattens out.

There is a moment of tranquillity, there in the middle, where we are almost weightless. But then we feel it, the pull of gravity, as we slowly start to fall. And we suddenly see the inevitable. The ground below that we are racing towards. No matter how much we flap and flail the end is there in plain sight, getting ever closer.

The only exciting thing then is whether our life has impact, or if we missed the target completely...

Will you close your eyes and dream, or face it head on?