They never tell you what it's like to fall. For centuries we looked to the sky. Built wings, and jumped, trying... trying to fly. We fly now if you can call it flying. trapped in cylinders of metal and mechanics. We soar high above clouds, Cross impossible distances in mere hours. But is that really flying? We laugh at them now, those who came before. Before... Before we flew, before we took to the sky. We laugh at them who built wings, Who believed, Who trusted, Who fell... We laugh at them who did not fly, who fell instead, plummeted to the ground. We forget... We forget that it is not in spite of, but, Because Of them that we can fly now, Without having first to learn, what falling feels like. We may now know what it feels like to Fly. But remember the courage of those who came before, who knew, How, it, felt, to, Fall.
Flying is worth Falling for
