I think I am in over my head, she moaned.
Stop looking down, he advised.
I’m not on a bridge, she snapped, I’m trying to get this project done.
You’re still suffering from vertigo. Your body can’t keep up with your thoughts and you’re afraid of failing, I mean falling. He was afraid to smile.
OK, smartie. She did smile. Where should I look, then?
Straight up ~ at the stars, at those swirling heavens up there. He pointed through the window.
Let’s go for a walk, she said. It’s easier to look up out there, and I need a bigger sense of perspective.
Anyone whose goal is ‘something higher’ must expect someday to suffer vertigo. What is vertigo? Fear of falling? No, Vertigo is something other than fear of falling. It is the voice of the emptiness below us which tempts and lures us, it is the desire to fall, against which, terrified, we defend ourselves.
……….~ Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being