I know you're a private person, so I won't put this on display where people know me. You'll probably never see this, but I still hope you do. I just don't have the guts to send it to you either.
After so long, I've climbed so high. I've finally been pushed to try and jump. Our friends are crazy, aren't they? But we still love them. We love them because they're as crazy as we are. They nudged us toward the edge.
Why do we have to jump anyway?
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Because that's what people do... they leap.
And hope to God that they can fly. Because otherwise, we just drop like a rock... wondering the whole way down..."why in the hell did I jump?"
- Hitch (2005)
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I jumped. And it was one hell of a leap too.
I didn't get to fly.
You didn't jump with me either, and the direction I'll have to take is down now.
I'm not going to drop like a rock though, but I guess I'll have to enjoy the glide down as best as I can.
I don't regret it. No. Not at all.
Taking that leap. Jumping when I guess I already knew I'd go down.
Standing at the edge with you though, even if you were looking somewhere else, I don't regret that either.
That rush... is something I'll never forget. It's something I'll always be grateful for. Because it was as close to flying as I've ever gotten.
When I reach the bottom, and you find someone to make you fly, I'll still enjoy walking along if you need a friend.
Take care, you. Never think that you won't fly. You just need to find the right one for you. Find that someone, because everyone needs to find that someone.
Even if that person isn't me.
And one day, I'll find that next climb, reach the top, then I'll jump again. Maybe I'll fall and crash. Maybe not.
But I'll keep jumping.
Because one day, I'll find that person who'll make me fly too.
Even if that person isn't you.