Cliff Hangers.

Standing at the edge of a cliff, I think to myself "oh fuck, what am I doing here." I know I should have made that turn a few miles back, but it's too late now. Now, I am lost at the edge of a cliff, with a foot dangling off, looking at the fall below. There are people around me building ladders to get down. People behind me driving down the side of the slope. But I, I am standing on the edge. A part of me wants to jump but another part of me is afraid to take that risk. At the bottom of that cliff is all of my heart's desires. All of the shit that I've ever dreamed of. But I was always told building ladders was the safest way to get down there to get em. Would I be crazy if I jumped? I would make it to the bottom, thats for sure. Would I make it there in one piece? Would I find my paradise? Or will I regret it as soon as gravity takes ahold of me? One of my feet is dangling over the edge. I look down with fear. Then, through the fog I see the bottom. My paradise, my dreams before my eyes. The fear that glued me to the ground vanishes and I am elevated. The sky opens up before me and sunlight warms my skin. I jump off the cliff.