Remember when you were a child and you were bouncing up and down on a trampoline? The more enthusiastically you jumped and the wider the trampoline you had, the higher you could bounce after a while of jumping on it.
Our love is like a trampoline; we all have a trampoline of love. Some of us wear our heart on our sleeves - expressing ourselves, not afraid to show how wide and deep a trampoline we have. Some of us want to keep our trampoline to ourselves and not let anyone see us bounce, just in case we fall off it and can't preserve our dignity.
Like many people, I've had several trampolines over the years. My first one I kept behind closed curtains, and rarely let anyone see me bounce. It was a small one, quite a shallow one, like some of those gym exercise trampolines where you do aerobic bouncing in a class. I was testing it out, small bit at the time, making sure I was making no mistakes or that I didn't lose my balance.
My next trampoline was one where sometimes I invited others to join me, still on my bouncing terms and still very aware of how I looked, but this time a little more trusting.
My trampoline after that was one I thought I was going to hold on to for the rest of my life. I got very familiar, with the basic bouncing, I felt comfortable. It was nothing too exciting, but at the same time the bouncing was pretty safe. We were bouncing higher and higher together, gathering nice momentum, until my bouncing partner started to bounce slower and slower, breaking the rhythm. He was determined not to bounce any higher than he had to, and inevitably we bounced out of each others' experiences.
All of a sudden I found myself bouncing alone, out of sync, randomly from one side of my old trampoline to the other. Then my trampoline collapsed. I was exhausted from the random bouncing and didn't feel like bouncing for a while. And of course, I had to either fix the old trampoline or build a new one.
I rested. Then I built a new one.
I was determined to open myself up more, build a wider and deeper trampoline than ever before and not be afraid to allow new heights.
Like with all trampolines, the higher you jump, the further you fall and the heavier you fall, the higher you sky-rocket again!
I became fearless. I let it all go. I left all preconceived ideas about love and relationships behind and went for it!
I now know that when I hit the trampoline, I plummet deeper into myself; allowing more understanding and love to come forth when inevitably I sky-rocket to an even higher level of love on my way up. And let me tell you, the view from the new heights is breathtaking!
Only this time, when I fall again, in stead of screaming NOOOOOO, I scream WEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Love
M
Our love is like a trampoline; we all have a trampoline of love. Some of us wear our heart on our sleeves - expressing ourselves, not afraid to show how wide and deep a trampoline we have. Some of us want to keep our trampoline to ourselves and not let anyone see us bounce, just in case we fall off it and can't preserve our dignity.
Like many people, I've had several trampolines over the years. My first one I kept behind closed curtains, and rarely let anyone see me bounce. It was a small one, quite a shallow one, like some of those gym exercise trampolines where you do aerobic bouncing in a class. I was testing it out, small bit at the time, making sure I was making no mistakes or that I didn't lose my balance.
My next trampoline was one where sometimes I invited others to join me, still on my bouncing terms and still very aware of how I looked, but this time a little more trusting.
My trampoline after that was one I thought I was going to hold on to for the rest of my life. I got very familiar, with the basic bouncing, I felt comfortable. It was nothing too exciting, but at the same time the bouncing was pretty safe. We were bouncing higher and higher together, gathering nice momentum, until my bouncing partner started to bounce slower and slower, breaking the rhythm. He was determined not to bounce any higher than he had to, and inevitably we bounced out of each others' experiences.
All of a sudden I found myself bouncing alone, out of sync, randomly from one side of my old trampoline to the other. Then my trampoline collapsed. I was exhausted from the random bouncing and didn't feel like bouncing for a while. And of course, I had to either fix the old trampoline or build a new one.
I rested. Then I built a new one.
I was determined to open myself up more, build a wider and deeper trampoline than ever before and not be afraid to allow new heights.
Like with all trampolines, the higher you jump, the further you fall and the heavier you fall, the higher you sky-rocket again!
I became fearless. I let it all go. I left all preconceived ideas about love and relationships behind and went for it!
I now know that when I hit the trampoline, I plummet deeper into myself; allowing more understanding and love to come forth when inevitably I sky-rocket to an even higher level of love on my way up. And let me tell you, the view from the new heights is breathtaking!
Only this time, when I fall again, in stead of screaming NOOOOOO, I scream WEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Love
M
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