Dive Right in: The allegory of the dreamer
I am the diver on the precipice. Beneath me is the pool.
Between me is fear and 50 feet of empty air.
To jump is to fall, but to strike the water with skill is the faith that the substance will catch me and break my fall without harming me.
And then there is the matter of swimming. Holding one’s breath so as not to drown.
The dream can swallow you whole. It can take away the air.
But, when you’re in the midst of it, the fear of starting has no place there. Yet the fear of failure is within its depths. How far is the bottom?
When I open my eyes, I can barely see what is in front of me. I kick my legs and arms. I must take action or I will sink. I must rise to the surface so I can breathe and plan my next plunge.
I must take hold of my situation and live it, or I will die to it having done nothing at all.
