Imagine hanging on to a cliff.
Imagine that you have only one arm holding yourself up.
You feel your arm stretching and being stressed by your weight.
You glance down at the seemingly bottomless void beneath you.
You sense the abyss calling to you, telling you to fade away into it.
You shouldn't die tired after all.
You can taste the sweat upon your reddened face, cooling you as the panic of your certain death finally dawns on you.
You know that there is no point in trying, you know how it will end.
You know that you cannot possibly last any longer hanging.
You can hear your fingers throb with pain as they cannot hold you.
You are hopeless, a soon to be memory of existence, nothing you do will matter or make any difference.
You know your fate is inevitable.
You come to peace with it.
You realize you were a fool for trying to hang on, that it was an impulse; a reaction.
You can let go now, there is no sense of wasting effort in attempting to change what will soon happen to you.
You have no control.
You relax and let go.
You are ended.
You find the reason why.
You can spit at the ground, pull yourself up, and tell inevitability to go fuck itself.
You didn't grab the edge to slow your fall.
You grabbed the edge because if you die, goddamn it, you're gonna die standing up.
You go over that cliff, it's because you fucking jumped.
You decide when it happens and on that day; the ground better get out of your way.
Imagine if you found a reason to hold on.
Imagine if that one reason was more important that anything else.
June 23rd, 2017 Works Out Well
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