Before the Fall

It was an unusual dream. I was taken to a cliff by one of my acquaintances. I was told that I must fall. The fall would make me feel good. It was not a punishment, but a lesson. The purpose was to rid me of my pride, to remind me that what I am is not mine alone. It is a sum of many unseen hands, silent prayers, and small acts of kindness.

Standing on the edge, I was asked to let go, of self-importance, of the illusion of control. The fall was meant to bring gratitude. But before I could take that leap, the dream ended.

Perhaps that is how awakening begins, not in the fall itself, but in the realization that one must fall to rise.