[DAY 8] Falling Up

I want to start with a poem. Not written by me but from an adult to kids, and it made my day today. The poem is short, coming from a poem book named FALLING UP written by Shel Silverstein.

I tripped on my shoelace
And I fell up–
Up to the roof tops,
Up over the town,
Up past the tree tops,
Up over the mountains,
Up where the colors
Blend into the sounds.
But it got me so dizzy
When I looked around,
I got sick to my stomach
And I threw down.

Shel Silverstein

At first, I though this was really creative because I never thought about falling up, up, up, up above all else. And a thought came to my mind, “maybe tripping over isn’t bad after all.” Yes, it can be embarrassing, and yes, it can be dangerous if you’re on a staircase or on a crowded road. But it can be fun sometimes! (Come on, people!)

With my imagination, I went beyond just tripping. I went to my public speeches where I completely froze and forgot what I planned to say. I went to my house that one time when I farted in front of my best friend. I went to the bads that had happened that weren’t bad after all, but added a taste of humor and slipped into the crack of memories. The past, as it seems, doesn’t always talk about the laughters, the happiness, the ups. The past is colorful because of its downs, and the poem is a great reminder. Pause, and flip the words. I fell up, and I threw down.

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Also, I learned how to type hyphens on my laptop just now. That’s another made-my-day moment.

Published by Thi Le

Human.

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