Falling through the air, a million thoughts came into my head.

Would this be the end of my journey? Was it the wrong decision? Did I not appreciate what I had enough?

See, just a moment before, peering down at the ocean below,

I could see just how long the fall would be.

Watching the waves crash against the rocks,

the birds glide through the sky, well, it makes a human feel awfully small.

Detached.

I couldn't help, but think maybe there was something more that perhaps with all this seeing,

this wishing, this wondering I'd forgotten to feel, I'd become a spectator in my own life,

a silent observer.

Because years and years had gone by and nothing changed, I'd waited, I'd hoped, I'd believed, but the goal escaped me.

And at some point enough has to be enough.

I walked up to the ledge, looked back one last time, held out my arms, and I stepped off.

They say that if you wait for the perfect moment,

you'll be waiting all your life.

And while that was a possibility I couldn't entertain.

I was scared, unsure, ill prepared, but as I forced my eyes open,

they were greeted with the promise of a destination unknown,

the beginning of something new.

For the first time I didn't hear the wind, I felt it. The adrenaline

coursing in my veins took hold of every move. My fear became my wings. My free fall

evolved into a calculated flight. I was in control. I traded every fear I'd fall into a calculated flight. I was in control.

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