The sun’s gentle rays touched my skin as I stepped onto the
edge. My eyes remained fixed on the horizon that slowly started to merge with
those crimson rays, creating a force which softly pulled me closer to the drop.
The sky danced to the changing rhythms of glittering evening colours. It swirled
along to the blue and yellow like a seraphic canvas.
As I inched further to the edge of the cliff, I caught a
glimpse of God’s painting. A breathless view, content in its own soul while I
watched it from above. It had a heart that never stopped beating, and breathed
life into all that surrounded it. I watched
the sea flirt with the sand, pulling each helpless grain into its vastness. The
sea, once an empty pit, now found tranquility in the waters that completed it.
And now, I stood here, on the cliff, looking for something to the fills the
gaps placed in my heart. To find an inspiration, perhaps, that would draw back the
life that once abandoned me. I was back on my feet. I looked down into the eyes
of these clear waters. And then, it was all clear to me. The sky, the land and
the sea, all whispered into my ear, and told me to let go. My heart detached itself
from my brain and welcomed its new found freedom back. It told me to stop thinking.
I shut my eyes and counted to three, and then I jumped.
I jumped into the endless possibilities and an unfamiliar
beginning. I didn’t know what the future held for me after this, but I did know
that I left the person I once was behind on that cliff. Was I to live or die, I
didn’t care. As long as I was not the person I left behind. I left my problems,
my troubles and myself.
Between the sky, the land and the sea, I fell. The wind
caressed its breezy fingers through my hair while guiding my free falling body.
For the first time in years, I was at peace. All my insecurities were abandoned,
and all my regrets were forgotten. I was a new person emerging, as the wind
helped to shed my old skin. I plunged directly into the water and rose back up,
floating around, free from the weight of everything. I lived to remember the experience;
the experience of thoughtlessness. And this thoughtlessness that gave me a
chance to liberate myself, and fling myself into the open; to become a part of
God’s painting. And when I looked up into the sky, it had changed its colour
into a hopeful green.
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