This film is a favorite of mine.
Petit's mettle is not the stuff of which I'm made.
Well. He is a genius of mettle. Mettle is his essence.
He dazzles the world with his rare gift of it.
Still, even on a scale less grand, it seems to me that some people are courageous in a way I admire, but seem constitutionally incapable of emulating. They sail along, fearless in their convictions, their abilities, their sense of themselves.
At least that's how it looks from here.
And I love to watch. Even though watching teaches me the ways I fall short.
I do try to step out onto the wire.
But I'm ungainly. And I don't have any moves.
If I'm interesting to watch sometimes, it's for my willingness to put pieces of myself out there, despite their gracelessness.
Anyway. I appreciate the inspiration.
And I think I lost a shoe.