You
have a destination in mind. We all do. Trouble is, it’s
on the other side of fear, just a step or two outside your comfort
zone. You know you deserve to get there. You have no
doubt getting there will change your life completely.
So
you step forward. You see what’s between where you are now
and this Valhalla of yours. And you step back. You take a
deep breath and close your eyes. You’ve seen you’ll have to
brave a gauntlet of fear and opposition. You step forward.
Your
fear takes a swing. You dodge the first blow, but your fear
strikes you in the gut, taking your breath away. It’s poised
to strike again, but you block and strike back, knocking fear to its
knees. You kick forward, knocking fear onto its back. Down
and out.
So
you move on.
Suddenly
you are faced with an abyss. So very far across, and so deep
that you can’t see the bottom for all the darkness.
“I
can’t make that leap,” you say to yourself, “I just can’t.”
But
you know you have to. You take a step back, then another and
another. Your strategy is to make running start at it and leap.
You
hear a voice from behind you: “Don’t even it try it.”
You
close your eyes and sigh. A voice from your past, one that
you’ve heard seemingly infinite times before.
The
voice again: “Don’t even try it. You’ll fall into the
abyss. You’ll die.”
Your
legs suddenly feel a bit weaker. Your breath, shallower. You
bend over, hands to your knees, and try to shut out the voice.
Again.
More insistent. “You’ll die.”
You
fully stand and half turn to address the voice.
“Go
to hell,” you say.
You
break into a dead run. You leap for all you’re worth at the
edge of the abyss. You reach the apex of your jump and start to
fall.
You’re
not going to make it.
You
stretch forward with everything you’re worth. You crash into
the other side of the abyss. The impact pushes the breath out
of your body… but you made it. You hold on and manage,
barely, to pull yourself up. You take in great gulps of air and
stand.
You’ve
only just caught your breath when a strong, sinewy arm comes from
somewhere behind you and wraps around your neck. You try to
pull the arm away, but you barely have any strength left.
Everything
is going gray. You’re starting to fade.
You
start seeing visions. You wonder if this your life flashing before your eyes, as these visions are as vivid as life itself.
You
see the teacher who told you that you’d never amount to anything.
You
see the kids who taunted you everyday, just because you were smaller
and different.
You
see the former lover who told you what a disappointment you are.
Then
the visions shift...
You
see your friend, down and out, who needs your example to prove he can
rise up himself.
You
see your future love take your hand and not let go.
You
see your child, the one who so desperately needs a hero.
You
are suddenly possessed with enormous strength. You twist the
arm off your neck and throw your assailant to the ground. You
look down.
It’s
your own face you see.
You
face one another, standing toe-to-toe.
“Why?”
you say. “Why would you try to stop me?’
“I’m
trying to protect you,” comes the reply.
“Protect
me?” You shake your head. “From what?”
“From
what lies ahead.”
You
turn and see a mountain before you. It’s rocky, yes, but not
too steep. You know you can handle the climb. You know
that your destination is just on the other side.
“I’m
fine,” you say. “I got this.”
Your
other makes a furtive grab for your arm. You pull away.
“Let
me make something clear to you,” you say, leaning forward. “Do
not try to stop me. If you try, you will
fail.
Do we understand one another?”
There
is no reply. Your other steps back and you make your way to the
mountain.
The
climb was vastly harder than you thought, but still, you made it.
You pause at the summit, looking down at what lies ahead.
You
passed the gauntlet.
You
climbed the hill.
The
country ahead has beauty aplenty… a lush forest is not too far
away, edged by a smooth, clear lake. There are perils as
well… a murky swamp to pass through and a raging river to brave,
but no matter. This undiscovered country is your destination
and your land to conquer.
You
smile ever so slightly and begin your descent down the other side of
the mountain.