When I was a kid, probably around four or five, I had this huge, beautiful tree in my back yard. It was where I hid during the day to spy on my cat or to find some birds.
Well, one day I fell from this tree. At first, I managed to hold on to a branch. I was up there for a long time and waited. The silence, the pain in my arms, the blood pumping in my ears. Then I fell. I could not remember what happened after I hit the ground.
All I could remember was the agony of holding on
and the wonderful feeling of letting go.