Jump.
She sits on the edge of this cliff, peering off. Her stomach is in knots, her mind reeling, her feet dangling. Should she jump? Everything in her being wants to but her heart is scared, nervous that she won't make it through. They told her she'd grow wings. They tell her she'll soar. All it takes is the decision to jump. They call it 'the leap of faith.' She's watched as others have soared from the edges of their cliffs. She's heard the glorious stories of brilliant wings spreading wide as if from thin air. They were scared too, but they did it. She's also watched others, afraid to jump. They approach the edge. Some peer down and immediately flee. Others start their rapid approach only to stumble before they soar. There remain yet a few more who spend their lives right on the edge, curled in the ball, eyes closed, fists clenched, knowing they should jump, but refusing to ever do so. She watches them crumble. She watches as the color fades from their eyes. She watches them die. The choice is now hers. Fear looms above her, ready to make her like those who never have jumped. To keep her from flying. She knows her future lays on the other side. She knows its beautiful. As the tears fall, as the wind blows strong upon her face, she steps forward. Here we go.
