"Sometimes, when you fall, you fly."

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I'm afraid of jumping off the cliff. I'm afraid that if I do, I'd bump my head on a stone. I'm scared of falling but I'm craving for it. I'm craving for the rush, the adrenaline, the high and the absolute freedom one feels on mid air. But falling is dangerous, taking that leap from the tip of the cliff is dangerous. Nothing is absolutely and irrevocably safe.

Taking that huge leap and actually embracing the moment bruised me in more ways than one. Walls were built, doors and windows were locked and the air felt stale. Nothing about it was wrong but nothing felt right either. I bumped my head, broke some limbs and bruised my arms and legs. That's way falling is dangerous. That's why I don't jump off the cliff and live the moment of utter bliss.

Somehow, someone is pushing me off the cliff and someone from down below screams my name, waiting for me to take the jump and just let go of everything -- every possible burden and every possible reason of not wanting to jump. I can feel that someone's hand on my back, pushing me and pushing me until I fall. Though I was afraid and hesitant, I did not stop him. I let him push me. I let him let me fall. But here's the twist: I may have jumped but I have not fallen. Not yet.

TTFN.