at the cliff’s edge

I am at the edge of a cliff. Staring far out into the horizon.

I see a vast world before me. Filled with new things to discover.

In this cliff the grass is green. Not abundant but enough. Pwede nang pagtiyagan.

I look out at the horizon again. And I wonder.

Would the grass be greener and far richer? Should I be there instead of here?

I long to jump off from the cliff. See if I will fly. See if I will soar.

I know I may fall. I may fall hard and bruise myself.

But still I want to try.

I may come back to this cliff. I may not. Only God knows.

But then my soul yearns to know more. To learn more. To explore and discover.

I need to jump. I need to make the jump now.

The longer I stay in this cliff, the more the horizon becomes a hazy dream.

Like a mirage in a parched desert. Surreal and unreal.

I need to make the jump. Now.

When I still have the courage. When the horizon still appears distinct and beckoning.

When I am still young and able. When I am still supple.

If I jump tomorrow or sometime in the future, I’m afraid that if I fall, the bruises will hurt far more.

Jump. I must.

I must.

Author: elleica

Jesus Lover. Writer. Blogger. Biologist turned marketer. Child of Learning. Thrill Seeker. I long for my next adventure.

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