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What Do You See?

English: Drawing of a falling/floating man

English: Drawing of a falling/floating man (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

She placed the picture in front of me, flat on the table between us. “What do you see?” she said. It sounded comparable to a challenge.

I touched a fingertip to the picture, pulling it a notch closer. “Someone falling.”

She placed another picture over the first. “What do you see?”

“They’re falling to the left this time. It’s the same person.”

“How do you know?”

I looked at her.

She gestured to the picture. “It’s a nondescript drawing. How do you know it’s the same person?”

“The features are proportional to one another and the hat is exactly the same. It’s a logical deduction.”

She nodded, and then placed another picture on the stack. “What do you see?”

“They’re falling backwards now. Looks like someone hit them.”

“And what about this one?”

“They fell. Again. Of course. I get it. They fall a lot.” I started to stand. “Can we—”

“How do you know it’s not the same time?”

My back smacked against the chair, but I was too exasperated to wince. Much. “They could not’ve landed that way from any of the previous falls. It’s obvious. Wh–” I leaned forward, palm flattening on the cold wood. “What do you see?”

“I see someone who keeps getting back up.” She paused, looking at me. “As you said, they had to be from separate falls. How can you fall again if you didn’t get back up?”

“The last one…they’re on the ground. How do you know they got back up?”

“Why wouldn’t they?”

“Well, every time they fall must be a stronger reason to stay there.”

“No, no.” She emphasized with a slow but purposed shake of her head. “Every fall would be another reason to get back up. They can’t let it win now. They wouldn’t concede defeat when they’ve already come this far. That would be a slight to their previous attempts. No. ” She shook her head again. “They would not give up.”

I sat back, lips pursed.

She took a moment before speaking again, this time with a tone reminiscent of trying to cross a river barefoot on wet stones. “I…don’t think you should give up either.”

I sighed, rubbing my fingers over an eyebrow. “I knew you would try something like this.”

She smiled.


How many times one falls is not a sign of weakness — it is a testament to how many times one has risen.

What do you see?



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Dreams & Life: Truly Living

English: A cruising sailboat at Green Island, ...

English: A cruising sailboat at Green Island, in the San Blas Islands, Panama. The mainland of Panama is in the background. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’ll tell you something I’ve always wanted to do, like millions of other people: travel. I love an adventure. I love spontaneity. Setting sail with no notion of where you will end up three hours from now, that night, the next day, or the next week. If I was free of responsibilities, I would do this. I would accept the challenges I have dreamed up for my free, dreamer self.

Do you ever wish you could split into two versions of yourself, like a choose-your-ending mystery, and decide later, at a convergence, to become one again, but with twice as many experiences and memories? One’s night can be the other’s day.

One challenge I would accept is traveling cross country with an allowance to kick-start the journey and having to utilize my creativity and talents to reach each subsequent town. Delving into America, meeting and learning about the multitude of people that share this country with me. And learning about myself. How strong will I stand when met with a challenge?

Another dream I have is to travel in search of ‘Good Samaritans’, and give them the credit they deserve through a blog/e-newsletter. I want to share their stories. Show the world that they exist. Inspire the world. Inspire myself.

Not the billionaire that gave a million dollars to a charity, or a variety of charities, and had his/her name splashed across the front pages. But the everyday folk that go above and beyond the call of duty to help their fellow human beings, and all living creatures. It’s the everyday folk, the people like us and with less than us, that inspire us most with their willingness to give and sacrifice for the good of others. It tells us that we can do the same, and inspires us to follow the intentions through with actions.

Eventually I may see these dreams, and more, birthed into reality.

And I know these dreams are not original ideas. But they would be original experiences to me. I don’t want to read about how someone else did it, how it changed them, and what they learned. Well, that is, I do want to read about it, but I also want to experience it for myself. I want to give, I want to learn, I want to experience, I want to live.

Too often we rely on others for our lives. We live through the actors and writers of television and movies, through the characters and writers of the books we read, through what our neighbor did that was broadcast on last night’s news, through our relatives who have far more interesting lives than we do. We try to add their experiences to our own without leaving the comfort of our pillowed seats. To experience the height and depth of emotion from security.

And, yes, that’s one of the reasons I want to write: to transport people to another world, to give them experiences they may never have, to let them see, walk, and feel through someone else, beyond themselves. But not, certainly not, as a substitute for their own life. It should be a supplement.

Go out into the world and experience, feel, live!

“It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live.” – Victor Hugo, Les Miserables



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