The Precipice
He stood on the edge of the precipice; both literally and figuratively. Staring down at his toes and the unknown beyond them, he thought about his situation. He knew that his next step would define him. It would either be the best thing that had ever happened to him or it would turn out to be the worst possible mistake. There was no in-between.
And there was no way to foresee how things would go.
He felt like his whole life had been leading up to this moment. Hadn’t he known it was coming for years? As he searched his mind for the answer, a plane flew by overhead. All those people heading to their destinations, not fully knowing what awaits them, he thought. Just like me.
Behind him, the path stretched as far as the eye could see. The sides of the road were strewn with the various memories, achievements, and failures of his past. It hadn’t been easy for him to shed those things. It was one of the hardest things he had ever done. But looking back at them now, he saw them for what they were: steps along the way.
As he closed his eyes, a familiar adage came to mind; it’s now or never. With that, he turned around and said goodbye to his past forever, and then stepped off of the edge.
And as he plummeted toward the great unknown, he opened his arms, ready to embrace the choice he’d made.
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