is it. This is it. This is it”, he says to himself.
not ready. I’m not ready. I’m not ready”, he thinks to himself.
takes a deep breath. He remembers that someone, somewhere, once told him that
it was a good way to slow down your heart rate. His heart, which is battering
against his sternum, slows down. Slightly.
he says and thinks to himself.
He explodes into movement, bounding forward. As
his legs accelerate his mind runs. Back to when he first discovered what he
wanted to do with his life. Back to the first moment he knew that he had no
choice in the matter as it was his destiny. And no-one was going to stop him,
not even himself. They tried, though. The other kids at school. His parents.
His brothers and sisters. Every single one of them told him it couldn’t be
done.It could. And if it couldn’t he
was about to find out.
thought drives him forward. Every muscle in his body contracts and relaxes in
quick succession as they thrust him forward. He is now nearing maximum
velocity. He is nearly there. He now focuses on his target. He hears all the
voices of the doubters in his head. If only they could see him now. The voices get
louder and louder. His legs move faster and faster.
“IT CAN'T BE DONE. IT CAN'T BE DONE. IT CAN'T BE DONE.” the voices are now
IT CAN!” he shouts as he shuts his eyes and jumps.
the weasel grew up being told he would never fly. Lectured by his elders about his wild imagination. Bullied by his peers because he saw possibility
where they saw futility. But he knew. Or rather, he was chosen. He was put on
this earth for this sole reason.
opens his eyes. The world below him is getting further and further away. He is
airborne. He is flying. He is doing what he has been destined to do. He has
only one thing to say to those who lacked faith in him and in personal dreams….