Gaze into the vast open fields of nothingness that lie in the horizon. Buildings, trees, and highways, progressively becoming less distinguishable as the soupy vapor swallows them. The 5am of a misty morning. Breathe. Inhale, 1, 2, 3. Allow the atmosphere to take you away into the cracks and faults within your memories, and reflect.
Life is similar to standing at the edge of a cliff. The exhilarating rush of emotions that surge through your veins, that little part of you that taunts you to step forward, to take that risk, because the view will be worth it. Step-by-step, you inch closer towards the edge, simultaneously excited yet afraid with each step you take, curious as to how far you may go. But, with the uncertainty of never knowing when you might actually fall, you still take that step anyway.
When I fall, I want to plunge with a smile. I want to be able to reflect on the past and not regret any of the things I’ve done, not even what I chose to say to the grunting bus driver who condescendingly peered down on me this morning. I want to end on a high note, drifting away aimlessly and carefree. I’m certain my life won’t flash by my eyes in the mere seconds of me dropping. I probably won’t even remember what kind of cereal I had for breakfast that day. But, one thing is certain. I will remember the things that I’ve done, and I won’t want to regret any of it.
Like the edge of a cliff, life can crumble and fall apart at any unexpected moment. The fragments of parched soil and roots hold onto one another for dear life as our boot prints continually press on them. Spec-by-spec, particles of soil slowly tumble down the declined slope of the cliff that we call life. These hardships in life slowly eat away at the soil of our life, making us more vulnerable to falling. But, for every step closer we take towards the edge, the more exciting and worthwhile the experiences are. So, what are you waiting for? Go ahead, make that step.