I am walking to a point of reckoning and the strangest thing is that I feel underdressed. I guess that ultimately I make and choose my own destiny, but it feels like this inevitable point of time that will happen, whether I organise the specifics or not.
I cling desperately to the words of support from people around me, encouraging me, spurring me on to my moment. If I ultimately do end up falling, they'll be around to patch me up.
I choose to jump though, because choosing to jump is better than being pushed off the edge.
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