It's Called Falling for a Reason

Falling for someone, falling in love, falling out of love, falling for a joke, or falling down; it’s called falling for a reason. Falling because there is no rhyme or reason for why it happens. No logic behind its happenings or occurring. Most of the time it’s not even preventable.

Sure there are steps and precautions we can take, but they aren’t full-proof. For some strange reason you can’t help but fall sometimes. Even if you’re careful, even if you’re fully aware, even if you know better gravity kicks in.

Gravity can come in many forms. It’s constantly pulling on us and taking us where we don’t really want to go. Pulling us towards the wrong person or people. Making us naïve even when we usually aren’t. It helps us fall. As if we need help falling, like we don’t do it well enough already on our own.

Then sets in the emotions, typically embarrassment comes first. Rosie red cheeks and ducking through the stares we try to avoid it, but even our body is reacting to the fact that we were out of control, our actions were out of control. Who or what just did that? Who said we could let affection come into the picture? Who said we could believe that or trust that we were going to stay upright?

Falling is not about permission, it’s barely even about choice. It’s just happens. Happens when you least expect it. Happens even when you are most prepared. Something triggers you to stumble into this crazy path and you fall.

That is why it is called falling. Because it may never make sense. And there may never be a reason. You just do it, you just fall.




How was your trip? Did you have a nice fall?