According to Douglas Adams, flying is possible and easy. Ok, perhaps not so easy:
"There is an art, it says, or rather, a knack to flying. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss. Pick a nice day, [The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy] suggests, and try it. The first part is easy. All it requires is simply the ability to throw yourself forward with all your weight, and the willingness not to mind that it's going to hurt. That is, it's going to hurt if you fail to miss the ground. Most people fail to miss the ground, and if they are really trying properly, the likelihood is that they will fail to miss it fairly hard."
But I'm not going to talk about flying (we have airplanes and other stuff, for that).
I'm going to talk about throwing ourself forward.
(I'm not going to write a motivational post. I don't like motivational stuff and I'm not so wise to motivate anyone. Just disclaiming)
It's my humble convinction that people want to be safe and happy. For this purpose, according to what the DNA bios of our firmware asks, each one of us human beings spends many years of his life to build a stable identity, with high walls and deep ditch, to protect his balance. Or to find his balance.
I could rather say that people want to be balanced, so to be safe and happy.
Probably our DNA firmware is not the best one, in order to stay balanced. But we can't change it, at the moment, so...
(This is not a serious post. Neither a very funny one, honestly. End of disclaimer n.2)
I want to write it in Klingon, to be more clear: vaj ngaD luj SoH, nej SoH ngaD chu' (If you lose your balance, then you are looking for a new balance)
This sounds very meaningfull, doesn't it? Ok.
We are a social species. So it's very painful seeing other humans suffering. Will you please stop suffering?
I'm not saying it's easy, I'm not saying I can do that much for you (just releasing art in the world, actually), I'm not even saying it's possible.
I'm just saying.