She stands with her toes touched the crack that separates right from wrong. The crack moves and dances beneath her feet so quickly it blurs and blends the two sides. Sometimes there is no difference, no right or wrong, just being, and sometimes the space between is so wide and deep if she shifts her feet ever so slightly, she would be swallowed inside, whole.
If she backs up, will she regret not jumping? This side is safe. No one questions what she does, where she goes, with whom she spends time. On this side, she always makes the right choice, the sensible decision. No judgement is made spontaneously or without careful, deliberate consideration for those around her. She does what is expected of her. On this side, she finds joy in being good, in pleasing others, in sticking to The Plan. This side is grey and dry, desolate and barren. On this side, she lives her life not for herself.
If she jumps, will she regret not playing safe? That side promises freedom of mind, of body, of soul. Nothing but gravity to hold her down. On that side, she’ll know the feeling of the wind from an unknown land blow across her skin. She’ll think of her own heart first, dance to the music she wants to, wear her hair how she sees fit. On that side, she’ll find joy in being herself, in pleasing herself, in creating her own Plan. That side is warm and alive, embracing and freeing. On that side, she’ll live her life for no one but herself.
But the leap frightens her.
The cracks shifts and her balance becomes unsteady. She looks to the sky for some sort of sign. She needs someone to push her or pull her and tell her what to do. Once she jumps, there was no going back. Once she jumps, the crack will become a canyon and she will be stuck over there, forever. The clouds grow restless, but give no answer. The sky moans and rumbles and the wind circles, whipping her hair and burning her cheeks, impatient and demanding. She is going to have to chose, but she’ll have no help deciding.
She looks across to the other side and sees him there. Her heart stops, just for a moment. There is no decision to make. She doesn’t look down. She doesn’t look back.
She was fed up with everything!
She instantly decided to lead a life of no regrets…