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.