Beautiful Disaster

Not to long ago, I stood on the edge of a cliff.
Looking out at the beauty of the unknown,
the endless ocean,
full of possibilities
and uncertainties.

The jump was inevitable,
and timing is never right.
Standing on the edge does not bring more security,
it just allows you more time to develop extra fear.

So jump I did.
Arms and legs flailing, eyes closed, nose plugged.
Waiting for the water to envelop me,
hoping my bones are not shattered by rocks.

Surfacing, I realize that what I thought was the hardest part,
actually is not.
Here I had been so scared of the leap itself,
that I forgot about how I would survive a vast ocean.

I still know jumping off of my cliff was the best decision,
but that does not make my task at hand any less scarey.
Staring back at the cliff that once was my security,
I realize it's beauty lies at a distance.

For now I will cling to my driftwood
and kick as hard as my legs will let me.

Who knows maybe there is an exotic, desserted island in my future.
Hopefully, atleast there will be a life raft for me to cling to.