Many years ago a once famed Miley Cirus performed a song titled “It’s the Climb”. To this day, every time I hear this song, it touches me deep inside my soul and brings forward many warm memories. This is ironic to me, seeing as this song came out during a very dark and lonely time in my life. I have endured many things in this journey called life and my climb has often been worth the hardships. Though lately, it feels as though the climb is never ending. More truthfully it feels as though the climb has come to an end and I am standing at the edge of the cliff contemplating my next move.  There are many ways over the vast and beautiful ravine below with its water rapids and large mountain rocks. I could hike up several kilometers and take the bridge that crosses over to the next path. I could use the gear and repel down the side and test the ropes and my own agility. There is the adventurous spirit of hang gliding and facing the fears within of falling.

As I stand here at the cliff’s edge wondering what I should do next, I am tempted to leap. I am uncertain what may become of such a treacherous action; Will I fall to my untimely death? Will I gracefully maneuver the rapids below like Harrison Ford in The Fugitive? Will it transcend me through time and space sending me to an alternate universe where things are less painful and make more sense? Could it be possible to step off of the cliff and find peace?  I am uncertain of what is on the other side of the cliffs edge, I just know that I must face it as the darkness is setting in and I can not turn back from whence I came.