Instead of Falling

It is often just a matter of getting through the next few minutes, finding the way through the shortest section of time. Taking each step, and then another one, without looking back, without wondering where the step after that will lead. Sometimes, it is like standing on the edge of some high cliff, knowing the next step is the one that will be on empty air, and the only way forward is to fall.

Sometimes, though, there is no falling. Sometimes that step into empty air is the first step towards taking off. Then, when you dare to open your eyes you find you are soaring way above that cliff, over the sea and far away from the hard sharp rocks you could have fallen on.

You are out there, floating free, flying, taking the updraughts that lift you higher and higher as you soar on up, gyre upon gyre, up towards a sky full of possibilities. A sky filled with the possible and limitless.

Looking back you can see the trail of worlds you have let fall behind you, right back to that place on the cliff. That place back before that one small step off into the empty blankness of the page, and knowing that – at least this time - you flew instead of falling.