Living at risk is jumping off the cliff and building your wings on the way down.It reminds me of an incident I was involved in recently, when a person present felt that the initiative we had started out to set the rules for could be compared to cutting the branch on which we were sitting.
As it happened, I did not quite share the point of view, which led me to the other extreme, stating that "Well, let's see. I do not think that we are cutting our own branch. But if we are - who knows, maybe we'll find that we can fly?"
The outcome is still undecided, as the points of view unchanged. Until the moment when at high speed I simply hit the ground, I am in the - for me quite uncharacteristical - situation that I am foolhardily convinced that I'm right.
(Translated from Noget om at kunne flyve, originally posted June 26, 2016)