“Write like you used to run. For the pure joy of it.” –#FiveMinuteFriday –>click to tweet.
When you pull yourself off the ground, as in two feet off the ground, with your strength, core muscles, leg muscles.
For a moment you are not touching anything, right?
And yet so much is touching you.
The air - full of molecules - full of support. That air is supporting you - bringing you back to the place on the ground. That place of stability.
Jumping takes the stability away for a moment. A moment of freedom? Maybe...
Or is it just a new perspective on the same reality you had seconds before, when you were standing in one place, in control - or semi-control.
Growing up we are told to be in control - control your thoughts, your actions, your words. Take control of your life, choose a path.
And I'm not saying those decisions are important and necessary. But control? Is it in my control?
At any moment I could jump from those chosen paths. Or for that matter I could be forced to jump.
Where does that force come from? Within? Out side? Can I see it? Can I touch it?
That moment of jumping though - it's different, and for half a second there is a freedom in the new, the different. Then reality comes, the landing, the back to choosing. To control the next step - control my ability to jump quickly or just stay put.
There is a freedom in the jump, the ability to jump. We were given the ability to jump, to stand, to feel...
This was inspired by Lisa-Jo's Five Minute Friday prompt - five minutes of writing, just to write, not to impress...