- Vol. 05
- Chapter 06
My grandfather barely left the ground. He stumbled his whole life, dragging knuckles, head bowed, his body a question mark, always asking, is this safe, is this prudent? Scrounging for the left-behinds, he worked the streets and fields of his hometown, a metal detector, ear to the ground, hoping for some indication that treasure lay under his feet if only he never looked up. He shuffled his shoes, scuffing the dirt, and before he knew it, his spine shrunk, each disc dissolving, floors flattened by earthquake. One year he stood tall, the next, a pile of rubble, though in all honesty, it was such gradual demolition, we hardly noticed the dust.
I fight the gravity of any situation. There's nothing beneath me worth more than the satisfaction of climbing to heights that appear to be just out of reach. I'll defy every harness, all glue and weight meant to affix and tamp me down. As long as I fight the insistent pull, I have sway over my life. I ascend, climb, refuse to look down until I reach the top.