Most stories start at the beginning or at least what looks like the beginning. This story is going to start from where I am at right now. Right now I am on the edge. "The edge of what?" you might wonder. It could be the edge of a cliff, the edge of a knife...but it isn't, at least not in my mind. It's the edge of my life.
It's like this, for the last almost 48 years I have been traveling this road. It's been a bumpy road, it's had some really high peaks and some very deep valleys. But it has been the same road with some twists and turns. A couple of times there have been "forks" in the road but they usually just wind up being detours because, eventually I end up on the same road, until now.
It seems I have come to the end of this road, I have reached the edge. As I look around me, I see the devastation I have left in my wake. Those that have loved me the most, have suffered the worst. I see the pain tattooed on their faces. The fear, the need, I see it all now and I cannot believe that this will be my legacy. I look ahead of me but that is unknown. I seem to be faced with a choice. I can stand here and twiddle my thumbs and feel sorry for myself and cry "Oh woe is me!" or I can jump. I don't know how long the fall will be or how hard the landing will be or even where I will land, but I know that if I don't at least try, well, I will just be stuck here on the edge...
It doesn't seem like I really have much choice, I am going to have to jump.
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