12pm. bright-eyed but a little sugar-buzzed. jellybeans and coffee breakfast, throw in an egg and some cheese. i’m in a perpetual dive. pike, pike, fly. my life is filled with endless steps on faith, because sometimes, the ground is nowhere to be seen. and i step, i take the plunge. wholeheartedly…and a little foolishly with fear always sniffing at my heels.
and there is a freedom in having blind faith. no need to sit down and calculate. no need to weigh the pros and cons. you step up, get ready, and go. it either works or it doesn’t…then you move from there.
and there is a beauty in abandon. no need to worry about proper technique. raw instinct takes over, cells know what to do, you KNOW down at your core. and there is where you see problems unfold. there is where you see the most humanly possible perfect curves and straight lines. there is where you see hands doing, what your brain has just begun to think.
then your life clicks in place. you find your schtick. you can stop walking, you’ve found the seat with your name.