“With ideas it is like with dizzy heights you climb: At first they cause you discomfort and you are anxious to get down, distrustful of your own powers; but soon the remoteness of the turmoil of life and the inspiring influence of the altitude calm your blood; your step gets firm and sure and you begin to look – for dizzier heights.“
In my senior year of high school, just after my midterms, my two best friends and I had a lot of free time and nothing new to do. But, you see there was a park near my house and I had an idea, which some may call rather stupid but it didn’t matter to us then, or even now, for none of us would have done it any differently if given the chance to do the day over again. For in that park was a sky high water tank with a rickety ladder that wove its way up to a dizzying height, something that looked terrifying but to three bored girls, looked like a challenge. Boredom is a dangerous ignition to acts of thoughtlessness, after all so we climbed the tower. At the top was a tree harbouring a wasps nest and I prayed harder than I ever had that I wouldn’t be stung only to tumble to my very sure death. Thank goodness I didn’t otherwise I wouldn’t have been here today writing about it. So went on to sit up there on the precipice of the world, amidst the blue sky and screamed out like we were queens of the world, then hushed down to talk about anything and everything. It was great. No malls, no movies not shopping, just us and the open air, on top of the world.
At the end of it all, that climb, though not easy sparked in my mind an idea. That the world is vast, as it spread through my eyes and I could make it what I want it to be. I had to find my corner and defend it like a fortress under attack. And I needed my allies fighting by my side. So with conviction, I found my passion and have stuck to it, despite the difficulty. It was a lesson well learned.
Though that old water tanker is long gone now, it is a part of something forever. An idea. And that is a powerful weapon to wield. One I will not forget. Forever in my holster.