I walk off the edge of the cliff, onto the plank jutting out from the lime stone. Below me, nothing.
Only blackness. I see nothing. The only sound I hear is the breeze rustling my clothes, flowing through my hair.
Nothing in front me. I see only the abyss before my eyes and beneath me. I can tell there’s a great distance below, I can sense it. I can feel the breadth of space below me.
I stand before a beautiful expanse, a wondrous landscape.
I can’t see any of it. The way forward is blind. But my heart knows it’s gorgeous. My soul can see the beauty.
Behind me the way is bright, clear. Every detail clear and profound. Every curve, every hill, every pit a beacon of my traveled path.
But those beacons don’t illuminate the way ahead. It’s unexplored, uncharted.
I must meet the hostilities of my mind, the obstacles along my path. I must battle every fierce tribe of my heart. Navigate the stormy oceans of my soul.
I edge closer to the end of the board. My heart is pounding, palms are sweaty, the hair on the back of my neck standing straight up.
My mind tells me to go back to the safety of the light, the warmth of the sun, the refuge of what I know.
But my soul pleads with me to move forward, to keep moving towards the unknown, towards the darkness.
My hands are connected to my brain, but my feet are connected to my heart.
Another step forward.
A Toast: To the Unkown