heard frequently throughout world cup. its really so true for the game of life - where each moment, each opportunity, is part of the game. one right decision, you're flying high. one not-so-right decision and you're in a canyon. the fun ones are the surprise decisions -- the unsure -- the new and different. you've also got those i-know-better-than-this decisions... but you look over each shoulder and jump anyway.
what do you do when you've jumped with a 50/50 chance of favorable outcome and your parachute doesn't work? the whole way down - images and audio playing in your head - but scrambled - so they dont so much go together. you're falling rapidly and yet, so slowly. the anticipation of meeting the ground overwhelms you to the point that you cant even shut your eyes and hang on... you're there - deer in a headlights stare - waiting.
you know not what to do. they say life is yours to live, but is that really the case? those same people tell you life isn't fair. theres those things you want so much out of life that your soul aches for them and those that with all your being you hope you never experience in your life.
while sitting, staring - waiting - aching and experiencing, it occurs to you how insignificant the fact that your parachute didn't open is because there is someone else, someone close to you - or the stranger you rode the elevator with today, who has less that a 50/50 chance of a favorable outcome in their game of life.
so your soul aches and you've got a large bag that you never wanted sitting by your feet. you made the i-know-better-than-this decision and it changed the game. it changed everything. you have to look at what you have. you have your soul, a bag - large one at that, and feet. you're already doing better than someone you had contact with today.
breathe. loosen grip. blink. hang on for the ride cos its about to get crazy.
