Why is it that we jump even with the bitter knowledge that we will inevitably fall
Is it the beautifully serene feeling of the wind upon our faces, gratifying our effort with calm
Or is it the hypnotizing acknowledgment of our own ability to fly
Those few moments in the air show us who we are and who we want to become
And with a sorrowful sigh our feet strike the ground
A few moments of silence before a small chuckle
Then we’re in the air again.