Life is gravity, designed to keep us nailed to the crosses we bare. Every leap is defiance. Every free fall a reminder of the chains that shackle us to ethereal obstacles. We are lead balloons, leaden with sorrow. For we cannot fly. We do not know the freedom of soaring, of cloud busting, of the space beyond the limits of our dreams. We are free to feel free and no more.

So leap. For that indefinable moment where the heavens are below our feet, where the grace of arcing through the air is a singular act of liberty. Listen for the tears of broken chains and the roar of love and hope and joy as they flood in where the tide of your sorrow ebbs. Feel for that instant when gravity relinquishes its grip on you and you are indeed, truly, madly, incredibly free.

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