Fear of Falling

When we were kids we never really had a fear of falling and if we did it usually did not stop us from doing what we wanted. Riding bikes, roller blading, skateboarding, all those risky dynamic things we did without reserve. We didn't think about the disaster it would be when we fell right flat on our faces; we did it for the pleasure, fun and joy it brought to us. When we did fall, yeah it hurt a little, but we didn't stop us from experiencing more joy and fun. We got back up and for the next adventure.

As we grow older we fall harder. We aren't as graceful and the shame of walking down the street with those wounds embeds in our hearts. We can't do this anymore, because the pain is too great to bare. The pain stays with us in our hearts and our memories and when we try to do it again the heat of fire burns inside us. The intuition inside our bodies finding all the what-ifs.

Then it fills like the more we desire it, the more we hesitant to be open about it. We grow a hope, a desire so big that if it is smashed than it is that much more of a devastation. So we do nothing and let it slowly shrink back inside ourselves. Then we end up not knowing the joy it would bring and opportunity at greatness we had. The chance is lost and it all fades away.

Why do we do this? Why is it so hard to open yourself up to someone without using technology or a crunch of some sort? Why do we not take chances like we used to?