THE HIGHER WE SOAR,
THE SMALLER WE APPEAR
TO THOSE WHO CANNOT FLY.
I was one of those kids who did well in school. I got A's and 100%'s. But I wasn't cocky about it - I usually put the paper away in my folder as fast as I could before the teasing started. And I got teased. A lot.
My mother said the other kids were jealous. I didn't buy that for one minute. Not then.
And I'm not saying I buy it now. Not totally anyway. But when we watch others achieving goals or going after dreams or traveling places we'd like to go, it's easy to be jealous. We make excuses for how they did it - they got lucky, they know so-and-so. We put down their dreams, we don't ask questions, we show no interest. And when we do that, it's often because we're afraid. We're afraid that person will soar so high, we'll never see them again and we'll be left alone, feet planted firmly on the ground, our own unchased dreams, our own unfulfilled lives, rooting us in place.
And although that makes a lot of sense - and gives me a different perspective on some situations and people in my own life - it's not an excuse. Because you know what? We don't have to be jealous or petty or a downer. We can decide whether we drag back the person trying to soar or we boost them higher with our cheers and well wishes and prayers.
So, let's decide. As hard as it might be for us, let's support those in our lives who are trying to soar. And - this might even be more difficult to do - let's try to understand those who are afraid to let us fly.