She stopped and stood, somewhere in the middle, unsure of herself. Looking for a sign, something to give her peace of mind that whichever way she turned, there would be something in the end waiting for her.
Looking first one way, then the other. Each direction posing different challenges. Each requiring some risk, most of which could not be predicted. Movement into unknown places, unsure of what she might find. Observing, listening for anything that might present obstacles along the way.
What if she were to step just right, lose her balance and fall? Which way was best? How could she move forward without knowing what lies ahead? Which direction would give her the most reward for her efforts? Which place would she feel most at ease, happy to have arrived?
Could she attempt to find her center, balance herself where she has landed, or would she always be curious about what she might be missing in either direction?
But then she remembered. She had come from one of those places. Her walk had originated from one end of the ledge. She began this journey looking for new adventures, new beginnings, new perspectives. It made sense now. She had to keep moving forward. In order to know what was possible, she had to make herself vulnerable and take risks, aware of a familiar place she was leaving behind, and unsure of what she might find in the end.
It's all about choice and embracing that which we choose. We must lose something in order to gain something. Close one door and open another. Or stay in a place of complacency and indecisiveness and risk losing it all.
It's all about the process, the journey, the lessons learned along the way. It's about never really knowing what might have been missed and being okay with that. It's all about taking risks, inviting challenges and meeting them, and in doing so, conquering the ledge, knowing that if we are to fall, we can always climb back up and start where we left off again, with new perspectives, new questions, new learnings.
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