The Weight of Gravity
In the physics of our daily lives, we spend an enormous amount of energy trying to remain grounded. We build houses with heavy foundations, we anchor our schedules to the clock, and we walk with a careful, measured gait, always mindful of the earth beneath our soles. There is a safety in this verticality, a comfort in knowing exactly where the ground begins and ends. Yet, there exists a quiet, persistent ache in the human spirit to briefly renounce that contract. We see it in the way a child leaps from a porch, or the way we hold our breath when a bird suddenly drops from a branch into the open air. To fall is to surrender control, to trust that the world will catch us, or at least, that the act of letting go is worth the risk of the landing. It is a momentary rebellion against the inevitable, a way to taste the wild, unscripted space between where we are and where we must eventually return. What happens to the soul when it decides that the air is more important than the earth?
Riasat Rakin has captured this exact suspension in his image titled The Thrill. It is a reminder that sometimes, the only way to truly feel the current is to jump right into the middle of it. Does this image make you want to leap, or does it make you want to hold on tighter?
