on the edge of a cliff

I'm standing on the edge of a cliff, I've been here for a week. I've been walking towards this cliff edge for the past couple of months, slowly at first, but recently I've been running. Excited with the prospect of change, excited in finally beliving that it is the right thing to do, excited in faith that when I jump off the cliff I will fly. I'm fully aware that once I leave the edge, I have two choices, I can fall or I can fly.

Falling is the easy way, to feel sorry for yourself and defeated, to choose suffering, that is the easy way, that is the way that society says we should go, we have been brought up to focus on failure and suffering. At first I thought I'd fall, and began with a slow trudge. A year ago, I would have fallen, I would have seen no other way.

I'm going to fly! I cant wait to feel the freedom, to feel the energy of the earth cushioning me and lifting me higher. I know it may be bumpy at first, just like the baby bird who leaves the nest for the first time, but I know it is my destiny and I will fly like an eagle.

I cant jump yet, not out of fear as you may think. But out of wisdom. There are things that I must do first, I must prepare, I will soon be ready. Waiting for the right winds and the perfect day that will carry me through blue skys. The clouds are still heavy, they will soon move as I have figured out how to move them....