Where does it come from? This intrinsic belief that a leap will land her on her feet? No sense of impending doom- freedom of form and motion. It may be tall. It may be sharp. It may be a rough place to land. And yet she knows that her body can carry her over and above and onto her feet- with one big JUMP of motion she goes into the unknown. Again and again.
I've never been a worrier either. I don't believe in the waste of time- the energy- the forceful act of making oneself miserable without even knowing whats to come. Why invent some possible parallel universe in which walls are crashing down, microorganisms are spraying out, and dread dread dread rules ones every move?
How much simpler to just Choose to be Happy. To Choose to Try. To Choose to Look Forward To all Life has to offer.
To Believe that Happiness is ours just for the taking. And who knows where the Next Smile may be coming from?
So why not at least Try?
So I sit in the grass and let her feet take her. Her Sure Feet. Her Strong Feet. HER Feet.
She Believes in herself.
And I believe in her too.
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