I saw this on my Facebook feed this morning:
So when I shared it on my Facebook wall; I had to think of something to say and I ended up saying: “Reach for the stars, but know how to land.”
And then I got all existential and philosophical and shit. Do you really want to know “how to land” when you are on your way to the heavens? I mean, aren’t we always told to just leap and when we are in mid-air, crossing the chasm, we are given wings? Weren’t we told not to be afraid of failing; just be afraid of not making the attempt?
The things that enter my head trying to dissect a joke! I can be such crappy company sometimes.
But, no, maybe there is something there too. “Know how to land.” It makes sense. Don’t be afraid to fail but be prepared that you can avoid the severity of the crash. How are you supposed to try again if you are too broken to even make the next attempt?
Goodness! It’s just a funny photo and here I go waxing poetic on the meaning of life. I am such crappy company sometimes.
Move along now. There’s nothing to see here. I’ll think of something better to say tomorrow.