Life Story (not a poem)

You know its coming. The steep drop. The final fall. Waiting for the quiet before the storm as they would all say. Or as I would say I was waiting for my final destiny to reveal itself. But no one would accept my explanation because it was too irrational and absurd. I didn’t think so. It was my life and I was willing to accept that that moment could have been the end of it. So I jumped. Higher than any of the other falls I had ever taken before. My others were just a tumble compared to what I was doing now. If I didn’t have sense enough I would have said that I was free falling from the moon. But I knew that that wasn’t the case. So many things go through your mind when you’re diving into nothingness. The possibility of death or maybe never reaching the end so you’d be stuck hovering in the nothingness for the rest of your life. Its one of those things that you just can’t avoid. Its like death, it happens. But this was scarier than the thought of death. Because yes I do believe in God, but this was something else. It was the uncertainty and unknowing of what lay beneath the crevasse. Its one of Mother Nature’s mysteries. It’s the cold that makes you wonder whether or not you can handle it. I’m not sure if I’m ready to handle the steep drop but I guess we’ll find out.