How could this book be anything less than 5 stars?
Everything about this book, the story, the man, the very coup itself, is simply amazing. It's inspirational, magnificent, and emotional.
I've been a huge - I don't know if fan is the right word to describe it - but I've been hugely in love with this story ever since I first heard about it after watching The Walk years ago. I believe every word Philippe says when he states that he is a poet, writing in the sky. To me, he is an artist and every step is the equivalent of a brushstroke across a canvas.
I admire Philippe Petit so much, he is a great inspirational figure. For me, he shows that nothing is impossible; having a strong passion to pursue your dreams is the key to having a life wish (not a death wish.) He shows me that you need to be strong and work hard to accomplish your deepest desires, it's okay not to be okay, and when in doubt, try again. He shows me that if you are able to dream, then dream BIG!
“I know it's impossible. But I know I'll do it!”
When he speaks about looking out into the void, one foot on the wire and one foot on the South tower, he speaks about the very notion of shifting his weight. His weight is resting on his right foot, the foot connected with the tower, the foot that connects him to material and surface. His left foot stands on a line that will lead him into the abyss, lead him into the void, into the unknown. If he so much as shifts his weight from his right foot to his left, then he begins his journey on that path. Without possibly realising it, Petit has created a metaphor that can be registered in almost all aspirations of our lives. To have our weight resting on familiar ground, somewhere we know we'll be safe, where our other foot dares to point to a path of uncertainty, our desires? He shifted his weight, perhaps we could too, so it can lead us down a path that could lead to something better.
In memorial of the lives lost to the tragic event that happened, resulting in the twin towers collapsing and hundreds of people to lose their lives, Petit recalls that day with deep sadness. He declares that what was once his towers, that morning, they became our towers.
“When the towers again twin-tickle the clouds, I offer to walk again, to be the expression of the builder's collective voice. Together, we will rejoice in an aerial song of victory. I will carry my life across the wire, as your life, as all our lives, past, present, and future -the lives lost, the lives welcomed since.
We can overcome.”