by Richard Bach (one of my favorite authors)
“It must happen to us all, I thought. We pack up what we’ve learned so far and leave the familiar behind. No fun, that shearing separation, but somewhere within we must dimly know that saying goodbye to safety brings the only security we’ll ever know.
How many times does it happen in our lives, hundreds?
We run from safety of family to the strangers of the playground.
Run from safety of friends next door into the cauldron of school.
From the safety of listening in class to the terror of delivering our own oral report.
From the peaceful stillness of high dive platform to the whirling test of a two-and-a-half gainer.
From the simple ease of English into the umlaut deeps of German.
From the warmth of dependence into the ice of on-our-own.
From the cocoon of training into the whirlwind of business.
From the shelter of the ground into the lovely hazards of flight.
From the certainty of singledom to the stormy faith of marriage.
From the worn-jacket comfort of living into the ominous adventure of dying.
Every step in every proud life is a run from safety to the dark, and the only thing to trust is what we think is true.
How did I know this, I wondered, where did I learn?”