Some people build ladders to get to the top.
Rung by rung, hammer pounding nails and fingers, but they keep going because patience is the beginning of receiving everything.
Some people leap to reach that siren song. That voice calling now you are here. Now you have made it.
They spread their wings, fling themselves into the sky, watching others fall but still others make it. Grappling with their raw battered hearts to heave themselves onto the precarious cliff of stardom.
The climbers and the fliers.
The ladders and the wings.
Which is better, you ask?
You’ll have to see.