Tightrope Walking

As I was looking through Flickr’s Smithstonian Gallery, debating what I could use to tell a story, I found this folder entitled ‘Loran’. The word was so similar to my name that I was heavily intrigued and clicked on it. the picture to the left is one of the ones that popped up. It is taken from a bird’s eye perspective, looking down at the ground.

It seems these towers are everywhere around the world transmitting radio signals for ships and aircraft. I never once thought to learn their names because for all of their hard work and talents, they never stood out. And yet their job is one of the most important jobs: to give data to towers so people can fly across our world, to visit their loved ones or to take a trip.

Loran Bridge by Lora Thaxton from Flickr used under CC BY

When I went to crop it, I realized how important the shoes were in this picture. The dirty converses tell a story of their own as the toes of them peek at the bottom of the original photo. Without them, the photo turns into this bridge with a mountain at the other side. The bridge looks to be held up by wires, almost as if it were over water or a huge valley.

So often I feel myself walking this tightrope of being a college kid and an adult. While this may seem normal, I often wonder if I will be caught if I fall. I get so caught up in all of my adult responsibilities that often when I go to FSU events, I take a deep breath and remember that I am just a college student. Everything will be okay and my friends and family are there to lift me up whenever I need a reminder of who I am.