What if I fall?

Truly inspired by this piece:

“There is freedom waiting for you,
On the breezes of the sky,
And you ask "What if I fall?"
Oh but my darling,
What if you fly?” 
― Erin Hanson

There's something magical about anticipation. We ponder it's possibilities, we wonder how we would feel at the moment when we would need to take the first step, we see the reaction of the people around us, and we imagine how our lives would change forever. For the better.

But simultaneously there's that little voice. The fear. The forboding joy as Brene Brown calls it. When we're in our element of happiness and anticipation, we suddenly feel like we shouldn't expect the best, in case the worst happens. Expect the best, but prepare for the worst, we are often told. 

Zig Ziglar once said, "You were born to win, but to be a winner, you must plan to win, prepare to win, and expect to win."

It makes me wonder if we somehow are our own detriment, when we shy away from owning the path that will grant us flight. When we enjoy the feeling of what could be, perhaps we would make preparation for the inevitable, instead of running away from what might not be.