There is a whole conversation to be had about how we live in a world of multi dimensions and continually slip between the the layers so that we find a world that looks the same but just has a very slight change that we don’t even notice has happened. But not right now. Today I just wanted to think about the fine line that we walk on and how something very small can bring us crashing to the ground or soaring to the sky. A bit like walking a tightrope.
Nearly every day I speak with people, mostly who you’d think are living the dream, or at very least managing well in the world, but they are hurting and they are hurting themselves and sometimes sat against the smallest and thinnest of walls which, at any minute, could break down and send them crashing through into a world they cannot return from – death.
Not sure where those words came from as this was meant to become something positive but let’s go with the flow now it is here…
Suicide…. a place from where we cannot return and a place we plan to visit to simply get rid of what what is hurting. Suicide is not necessarily seen as death – just a place where the pain stops. It stops for those who follow the path, it begins for those they leave behind.
I have been listening to the soundtrack of The Greatest Showman this week and these words sprang to mind from it…
“Some people long for a life that is simple and planned, tied with a ribbon. Some people won’t sail the sea ’cause they’re safer on land, to follow what’s written. But I’d follow you to the great unknown, off to a world we call our own.
Hand in my hand. And we promised to never let go. We’re walking a tightrope. High in the sky. We can see the whole world down below. We’re walking a tightrope. Never sure, never know how far we could fall. But it’s all an adventure. That comes with a breathtaking view. Walking a tightrope.
Mountains and valleys, and all that will come in between. Desert and ocean. You pulled me in and together we’re lost in a dream. Always in motion. So I risk it all just to be with you. And I risk it all for this life we choose.
Hand in my hand. And you promised to never let go. We’re walking a tightrope. High in the sky. We can see the whole world down below. We’re walking a tightrope. Never sure, will you catch me if I should fall? Well, it’s all an adventure. That comes with a breathtaking view.“
This fine line, this tightrope we balance on. We can all walk it but with totally different mindsets – we choose? This fine line between worlds, unless we leave it too late (no support, no asking for help), we get to decide if this is an adventure with the breathtaking view or if we fall. How do I see my role in this world? To teach those walking it the balance, calm and clarity they need to walk it, to hold their hand when they falter, to catch them when they fall and sadly sometimes just share their space if they decide to jump.
Life is very much like walking a tightrope, it is a fine line that we can easily lose our balance on, but there is help, there is support. There is a way to enjoy the view because from up here you can see everything that is glorious if you go slowly, be observant, live in every single step instead of looking too far ahead and are prepared to take the hand of someone if you lose your balance.
I sit and I watch, I observe and I listen, and whilst doing that see the beauty in the world and in you. If you falter, just ask to see through my eyes whilst you regain your balance.