I have some decisions to make. Life altering decisions. There are actions I could take, that could change where I live, what I do and fulfill a long life’s desire. I crave this. I crave the freedom and guts to do it.
Every action starts with a thought, which forms an idea, then turns into a plan. If you get that far, because you may not. You either go forward in life or stay stagnant. Moving towards something, also means moving away. And is that the part that scares me ?
I am conflicted. I wonder if this means losing what I leave behind. I’d rather think of it as taking the best chunk, the best piece of it, to help set me free. I have few answers about jumping off the cliff. I have always found it easier to stay with what I know. It’s comfortable to settle into the familiar and stay there.
But it’s never easy growing in a cocoon. Staying status quo braces few challenges, rarely offers triumph and doesn’t allow for many opportunities, all of which could culminate into success. Yet, it’s fearful to let go, especially when you’re not sure where, or how hard the landing might be. But even in everyday monotony, does anyone know the ending ? Really ?
Years ago, when I was about to take a risk, although a calculated one, a friend offered me a piece of wisdom. She said, “When you have come to the edge of all you know, you can be sure of one of two things: You will either be given a platform to stand on, or wings to fly.” Wings sound really good to me right now.