She stood at the precipice, unsure and uncertain. He stood on the other side waiting patiently, his hand outstretched. The precipice was deep, its walls steep and daunting. But it wasn’t that wide, jumping over it would be tough but manageable. She looked over her shoulder, a seemingly happy and content world. She looked at the other side, a mist hung there, dark and murky. But he was there with promise of life as it is meant to be. Contentment and fulfillment in every moment.
Would she make the leap of faith?
She took a deep breath and introspected. She had herself almost convinced that her world was complete and safe. But deep down, she knew that beneath the sham of a busy life and feigned euphoria was a compromise. A compromise on her happiness and the life she silently coveted and aspired for.
[Whom are we kidding?! Don’t we all paint a picture-perfect illusion of perfection!?]
She did too. And it stood just across on the other side of the crevice.
Would she make the leap of faith?
Being a realist she knew nothing is perfect. If she made the jump, the other side would be most of the things she’d ever wanted but not all. Exactly what all, she could only guess at being on the opposite side. What she had was a safe and easy option, “things here are okay!” she reminded herself, “but just okay, not great when they could be” chipped in her subconscious. “Hush hush” she chided herself and thought on.
Would she make the leap of faith?
You get some, you lose some. She knew that to gain all that stood just a jump away, she’d have to let go off her compromise and all those linked with it. She was afraid and uncertain. The mist on the other side was scary; but it wasn’t the fear of the unknown that stayed her feet rather it was her own acceptance of the fact that she put herself over all. [Curious, indeed, are the follies of the pure]
Would she make the leap of faith?
She felt like Pandora but with a difference. She could choose not to open the box and force herself into an illusion of contentment or open the box and brace for her world to turn topsy-turvy. For along with great joys there would be pain but he’d promised to be there through it all, always un-deterring.
“Isn’t inaction a crime?!” her subconscious asked. “But what do I do, what is right?” she asked, ”The answer lies with your heart” came the reply “Just open up to it without fear and you’ll feel it”. She took a deep breath and smiled. She knew.
What was wrong, what was right,
The compromise strong or the promise bright,
The risks and the choice were hers to take,
Would she make the leap of faith?
