"That's impossible!" said Jake, "I heard a 5th grader swung too high and hit his head on the bars and died. I'm not going to swing that high."
Yet, I kept swinging, higher and higher... until gravity caught up with me and I was jerked back towards the ground so violently it knocked the air out of my lungs. And I tried again... and again...
Over 25 years later, I understand the reality of physics, but I still dream of swinging so fast that I can do a complete circle. Just because a dream is nearly impossible to achieve, doesn't make me stop dreaming. The risk, effort and expensive resources often put me in check... I could go swinging in a hurricane, build a swinging motor or buy a jet pack... but I don't want to fulfill my playground dreams THAT badly.
I firmly believe life is about the journey, not the destination, and constantly dream up new ideas. The best ideas are often beyond my abilities or economics. So, what do I do with such grand schemes? I mentally file them away, right next to the stories of my grand adventures and my philosophical revelations.
One dream I've had, was to become a writer. And not just writing legal documents, computer code or corporate documentation... I've done that. I want to write something creative, entertaining, educational and personal. And so be it. My words shall flow into the internet, and some of them may manifest into fictional books.
I can do anything. I can even ride my bike with no handlebars.
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