On a Precipice

To stand on a precipice is to be given a choice. To jump into and towards endless freedom, or to sit down and stay awhile. I choose the latter. 


I had arrived to somewhere I didn’t know I was travelling to. But once I was there I knew it was where I needed to be. I knew I could easily keep going, take a swan dive of the cliff into the great unknown we call the future. I also knew I had a choice. So I choose to take a seat. 


It was peaceful here, the wind a calm touch and birds diving in and out of the horizon, as if they were sewing the sky to the sea. As if they could tie down the sea and its wild unapologetic love of changing. And yet they continued to try, as if the act alone was an expression of adoration; it had to be done. 


The pink sky frozen in a moment of true artistry and beauty. Golden clouds still ever so slowly making their great trip across the firmament. It tasted like the salty spray of the sea. Looking down I could see my swinging feet hit the cliff side and let loose a pebble. That pebble taking the trip I had put off in favour of sitting awhile. 


It could’ve looked cowedly, to arriver at the great stepping off and instead sit on the edge and watch the birds. But it was the bravest thing I had done in months. 


I am sitting on a precipice. Waiting, in the most patient fashion I ever have. It is the one choice I’ve made in quite some time that once made has left me with the sweet feeling of true peace and a settled soul.


Choosing to wait. I don’t know for what, or who, but to simply wait. With my hands tucked under my thighs and my fleet clade in the only armour I’ve ever known, my red shoes, I was and am happy to sit here for all eternity and watch it pass by. 


I know that if I ever want to leave that spot on the cliff I’m more than free to do so. However there is still somethings I’d like to learn of myself before charging on ahead. 


Sitting on a precipice, who would’ve though?

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