Cliff Jumping


I’m really into researching, learning from the past, trying not to repeat the same mistakes mankind has made since we first became aware of our own mortality, etc.

In short, I like to KNOW.

I’m also highly cynical of the social construct I was born into. I have enough information crammed into my gray matter to point out what, historically, happens when any one or thing has too much power, influence or blind respect thrown his/her/it’s way. I’m also enough of a history buff to understand today’s Facts are often tomorrow’s Follies.

So on the flip-side, I’m not totally mesmerized by Experts, statistical data or scientific studies.

Therefore, I continually walk the narrow path wedged in between “Looking before I leap” and “Jumping off the cliff to see if I can indeed fly.”

It’s not always an easy journey.


Because of my previous obsession with researching in order to not repeat mistakes, my natural desire to ‘fix things’ coupled with my passionate nature to boldly go where no one even wanted to visit, I find myself with a lot of internal conflict at times.

I also find myself spending enormous amounts of time explaining to others my behavior, actions and ideas which, from their viewpoint, indicates, dysfunction, selfishness, procrastination (hey, why don’t you join in the game – pick a character trait with a negative attributes and fill in the blank….)

(Granted, I could choose to not explain, but while I’m okay skipping along to the beat of my own drummer, things tend to get a little more complicated for me when others in my circle of loved ones actually prefer flute music…In other words, there are those folks we try just a little bit harder for in the areas of communication, understanding and selfless acts.)

That time trying to explain my idea to their satisfaction, in my mind, would have been better spent figuring out how we can design a car or home energy system to run off mosquitoes and bind weed.

It could happen, if we put our minds to it! I have that much faith in human ingenuity.


I will say if you decide you really like the feeling of jumping off the cliff and falling/flying – there’s often a bevvy of people around you that for whatever their own reasons, will do their best to dissuade you.

There are those who wish to install a fence at the edge, so you are safe, despite your foolishness.

Others will smugly wait at the bottom with the ambulance, confident they will be able to say “I told you so” before you actually die from your fall, all the while posturing themselves as your rescuer.

Others are more than willing to give you the safety-straps, glider, bungee cords, lawn-chair with helium balloons attached to it, or any other of the various tools they used while jumping off the cliff. They didn’t die, but they also didn’t really find out if they could fly, either, did they?

A percentage of folks will vote for shutting the whole trail down, because it’s just too dangerous – that beautiful valley below is luring folks to their death!Ā  They will insist you are too stupid and must be saved from yourself.

And once in awhile, you may run into someone who would really like to push you off the cliff, because they believe their world will be easier if you just fly away or disappear, at least for awhile.


Jumping off the cliff without knowing if you’re going to fly or not can be a scary proposition – yet, in small ways, we all do it everyday – the minute something becomes important enough to us, we cast fear and danger aside and take the leap.

Saving our loved one from an oncoming car, starting a new business or being audacious enough to plant a zone 6 perennial while living in zone 5 are all examples of cliff-jumping.

There are those who will say the above examples have nothing in common because the risks are different – I say, keeping your eyes alert to any opportunity to jump off the cliff is the only way to live. I will also point out, for each example there are experts who will tell you what you should do and what the statistical chances are for success – if you read long enough, you will find contradictory information, all coming from experts.

That’s time you could have spent designing an engine to run off used tissues!

Life is risky. Each moment can contain chaos or beauty, danger or reward – and more often than not, each moment contains all of the above.

We can legislate, regulate, pontificate and beautificate (yes, I just made that word up) and no matter how we attempt defy death and look good while doing it, we’ll still have the urge to jump off the cliff, figuratively or literally, at some point in our lives.

Whether driven by despair, wanderlust or sheer boredom, we each take risks, big and small, during our journey. And while we should not be arrogant enough to take risks with the life of others, not risking ourselves, ever, means we’ve become what’s known as “The Walking Dead”.


Somewhere along the journey, we figure out that having a friend who says, “Hmm. Interesting idea. If it works – good for you. If it doesn’t – I have a first aid kit,” is worth more than a thousand expert opinions.

For myself, I’m getting to like the idea of flying more and more. I chafe at the fences, danger signs and well-meaning, “but such and such could happen” dialogues – -as I think anyone who is smart enough to recapture their youth before it’s totally gone does.

I don’t need to look young, but man, I want to feel young until the day I die.

I’m tired of turning my ankle on the narrow, rocky pathway that keeps me safe. And I’m not convinced the path is as safe as I’ve been led to believe.

I’m longing after that grassy meadow in valley – see the one? right over there, near the stream – why not fly over to take a look-see?

I’m also getting better at surrounding myself with cheerleaders who own first aid kits.

I’m hedging my bets as best I can.


Now when someone tells me in one way or another to go jump off a cliff, I smile and say, “I just might do that”.

6 thoughts on “Cliff Jumping”

  1. I say, the people cleaning up the mess at the bottom are way worse off then the ones splattered on their shoes! And, furthermore, I’d like to see a statistical record of how many people actually went up and the different routes down… Because according to your description above, and with no record of how many climb to begin with, isn’t it possible that we couldn’t know how many actually succeed and are flying around laughing at all of us?


    1. šŸ™‚ So right you are – and here I was focused on the party goin’ on down by the stream – – never even thought to check out the skies – – Always good to have perspectives!


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