THE SHOW

“The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it. The reason birds can fly and we can’t is simply that they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.” -- J.M. Barrie

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Remember when you were a child and anything was possible? How the stories you created in your mind became your reality? Your room was a pirate ship. Your bathtub, a mermaid’s cove. Your closet, a faraway kingdom. And flying? Flying was simple. You stood up on top of your bed, closed your eyes, and jumped. And for a moment, as you fell, before your back hit the soft cradle of your mattress, the rest of the world dropped away, and you flew.

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As you grew, you forgot how to fly. Or rather, you forgot how to fall. It’s always up, up, up! Waking up, standing up, growing up. You forgot that falling can feel like flying, so long as you believe that your bed will catch you. All you have to do is believe.

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And maybe, if you believe, you will find the dusty toybox where your childhood is all neatly folded and tucked away, and you’ll remember how to fly.