Sometimes we leap and reach out, with our fingers, with our hearts, towards happiness of an ephemeral nature. At times we manage to capture this emotion and our restless endeavors are rewarded. Occasionally we only manage to a seize a piece of it,—a constellation feather from the fleeting forces that compose our aspirations. Other times happiness fades or slips through our fingers completely and leaves us in free fall.
That fall doesn’t prevent us from trying again. As Ray Bradbury put it, we “build our wings on the way down.” We build our wings so that we may take flight, take chances, and pursue happiness, again, and again.