Philippe Petit blew my mind when I saw him in Man on wire today. I felt close to him somehow, like a connection was tangible. Like I got him and he understood me better than I could possibly have been understood by anybody else that I had known before now. Like he knew that dreams were worth chasing. Like we would one day be able to connect and, knowingly nodding our heads at each other, we would reach out and embrace, knowing that this moment meant more than any moments before. That this now meant that our pasts were not wasted because they created the opportunity for this connection. He inspired me to strive.
"I have to conquer this." Philippe whispered to me with a passion I hadn't heard before.
...thats when I realised that my love for Paris wasn't so entwined with my memory of us that it wouldn't survive our final goodbye and at that moment I knew that continuing forward wasn't completely outside the realm of possibility.
