Jumping isn’t the only way down. We can go back the way we came, and try again some other day. But we’ve made it this far, so there’s no going back. Not for us. It means too much.
We can take the stairs. They’re relatively new, but by no means easier. They offer us more control, but ask more of us. There aren’t a lot of sign posts, and sometimes we’re forced to find our own way.
No. We’re going to jump. It’s a long way down, and gravity here doesn’t work the same. The stairs would be quicker in this case. Here the jump is an act of blind faith — or stupidity. Sometimes it’s hard to tell the difference. We jump, and then we float, waiting, hoping someone will catch us, and ease us to the ground. At some point, if no one does, we’ll find ourselves back up on that precipice faced with the decision all over again.
Some of us will give up and go back. Maybe we’ll never try again, and only gaze longingly at the precipice, knowing it beat us, wishing we had the nerve to try again. Or content knowing that at least we tried.
Some of us will take the stairs the next time, even though there’s no guarantee they’ll take us where we really want to go. We’re strong enough to handle the twists and turns, and the work of making our own path.
Some of us will take another look, reassess, and leap again. Because we’re stubborn. Because we believe. Because if somebody decides to catch us, we’ll have proved (if only to ourselves) that we’re worthy of being caught.
*Deep breath* Look out below!!!