Up and Down

Do you know those people who literally fall down the stairs every morning?

Climbing stairs is actually very simple: you go up and down again. But… if you’re unlucky, you’ll find yourself hurtling down at an unexpected speed that even gravity can’t stop.

It always starts innocently enough. You put one foot on the first step, feel a bit like a mountaineer conquering Mount Everest, and think: look at me getting some exercise this is much better than living on the ground floor or taking the lift.
But… then comes the moment when you have to go back down. And that’s when the staircase, with its narrow steps, reveals its true nature.

All sorts of stuff is piles up on stairs: books, toys, the laundry or whatever should go up, and those stairs are just like cats: they seem friendly, but they’re patiently waiting for the perfect moment to make you trip

And if course, there you go. You take a step… and another… It’s second nature, nothing to think about, and then… whoops! You miss one, step on something that doesn’t belong there, or your foot slips off.

And suddenly you go from being a dignified person to a clownish acrobat. Your arms fly out wide, your face joins in slow motion, and you think: “This is it. This is how people will remember me.”

Eventually you reach the bottom, half-collapsed, trying to keep your dignity and not shout obscenities.

But hey, you’ve survived again; you stand up as if it were all part of your choreography. Who cares about the bruises, the scrapes and the fact that you won’t be able to sit properly for a while? This was simply an expressive interpretative dance about gravity.

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17-6-2026}