Sam is running, arms wide open. His eyes are on one thing: the almighty pixie.
He’s running in hope of catching some of the pixie dust falling from the sky.
Sam hates running, so he justifies his behaviour by reassuring himself, “Only a bit more pixie and I’m set, then I don’t need to worry about anything”.
After a while, Sam is rewarded by his effort. But then something strange happens. He likes the feeling of having pixie, because he likes the idea of what the pixie may do for him.
The pixie may grant him the yacht, watch and girl he’s always wanted. He rationalises that if he gets a certain amount of pixie, life will be easier and more stable.
His new reassurance is, “Once I get enough pixie, then I can follow what I actually want to do. In the meantime, I’ll stay miserable - even if everyone around me is fed up and slowly stepping away.”
So he continues running, arms wide open. This time with pixie in his pocket and a large grin on his face.
Sam is getting fitter; his legs are now built for this. So he picks up the pace. Some days he catches, some days he misses. Mostly, he misses.
Then one day, he sees this life changing piece of pixie dust. So he runs harder and takes a leap of faith. Everything is on the line: his health, relationships, respect, and his beloved legs.
He jumps and catches it. He’s overjoyed. Now it’s time to live his life, even if all alone with a pair of broken legs. He can't move, so he's forced to look down for the first time.
He’s at the edge of the cliff with nowhere to go.
No more running, no use for pixie. He has two choices: throw all the pixie away, wait for his legs to heal, and walk back. Or stay at the cliff’s edge alone with more pixie than he ever truly wanted, with no chance to use it.