Sit on the edge or jump..
Sometimes my heart bleeds over my good judgement causing me to continuously make decisions similar to all the others, always leaving me at square one. I've been keeping a journal since I was 14 years old and when I go back in them to read I get to wondering about myself, and if I'll ever make the jump or if I'm going to continue hanging off the edge. Something about the edge is spontaneous and fun but it only lasts for a minute per day. The thing that seems to set me back is the view. From the edge the view is always familiar which is more than most people can handle. There is fear behind the jump because there's no telling where I'll land. I know that I don't want to sit on a ledge waiting, wondering, and worrying. Even if jumping doesn't land me right where I want to be, it's probably where I need to be to get where I'm meant to be.
Comments
Post a Comment