Falling

Some choices are like standing at the top of a skyscraper, staring over the 20 foot edge and wondering whether you are going to step back, jump or get pushed. Maybe you're going to get pushed, flying 20 stories down to where your body connects with the pavement and your life is ended once and for all. Now, think about it. You're at the top of the world right now. You're downtown, at the top of the highest building. Looking over the edge, and across the sky and wondering where you're going. It's your choice now, and you're the only one that can make it. Exhilarating, yes. Scary, yes. Amazing, yes. Then, something goes wrong. A shift in the air, or a bad feeling. Maybe some rain starts sprinkling out of the sky, and it increases in intensity until it's cascading over your entire body. And it's drowning you out, and wiping you out of the picture like the ugly equations you erased from that math quiz you failed. That was today, this is your life. The variables are endless, as are the thoughts crashing through your head as the storm pours down on the city. You can jump off the edge, and fly into nowhere because you feel there's nowhere to go anymore. Maybe you are making the wrong choice, and you might as well end everything now as your body flies through the harsh, cold air. Or, you can turn around and walk back. You can walk off that roof and down the blue set of stairs that you climbed half an hour ago, dodging the security guards who are probably searching for you right now, wondering where the hell you went as the intensity of the storm increases and wind howls around the building. Maybe someone's out there with you, to keep company, to sabotage, maybe both. Maybe they're a big fake, and you can do nothing about it. They could be just waiting to push you, watching as you fall and scream for your life, knowing the end is there but unable to do anything about it. Or maybe you sit there, and wait for something to happen. Breathing normally, you shoot back to reality, to the real scene, your actual life, snapping back to what's actually going on. Is this choice what you really want? You can't go back.