Launching yourself off a ledge is a liberating experience. Metaphorically and literally. Accepting that things need to be changed is the first step, gearing yourself to jump is the second, the third is when you actually jump. You spread your wings and fly. Untill gravity does its work and brings you back down to reality.
Some days go well others are a huge disappointment. then comes the day when what you're looking for comes into your hands and then finally disintegrates. Bcoz not only was it made of foam and fluff but it was beyond your reach in the first place. Your huge solid hands did not know what delicacy meant and th emore you try to catch that ephemeral chimera the more it disappears. All you have are cuts and burns.
Gradually and slowly the pain goes away, and then as is your nature you decide that it is once more time to change. At this point some people give up. Not me. I just gather up the feathers and put the pieces back together and poise myself on the ledge once more.
I don't see the abyss, I don't look for safety nets, I just see the sea of endless possibilities and jump....
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