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| After a big push comes a great fall and finally, a place in the world. Photo from Tumblr |
In falling there are equal parts failure and success.
Failure comes in the form of the physical or the sensible aspect of
the verb itself, like having been pushed off a cliff and you’re—obviously,
falling...A slave to gravity and circumstance, and all the fancy you please.
Success on the other
hand, is in the form of the landing or the “after” that inevitably comes
once things are set to motion. Of course people die from falls, things break as well in reality, but to put you and I at ease, the Year in Falling is all about the metaphysical and not so much the literal.
It’s been a year since I last wrote The Year I went Dancing and looking back at 2010, the feeling was
of excitement, as if something (or I) was just floating in the air-something good,
but you just couldn’t put a finger on it. And now, that 2011 is coming to a
close, the feeling I’ve had for this year was of falling (if “falling”
could ever be considered a feeling), quite the opposite of last year's.
