To think that life is a predictable series of events is naive, but it is also comforting in some way. I believe that that is why we tend to grow softer and less exposed within our little comfort zones. We uncover so many of the possible unknowns and we just live knowing one thing or another, bored perhaps, sometimes even uncertain about what is out there; but somewhat safe in our little cozy lives. So where do we leap? Who even takes the leap that so many stories romantically encourage?
There is not one single way to live; and there is not a right or wrong way. Some of us stay in our comforts until we draw our last breaths cuddling with that familiarity till the very end. Some of us skip, sometimes over tiny little comfort stones; and some of us leap up and out into the great unknown.
So are you a cuddler a skipper or a leaper? Do you have a life philosophy that leaves you stranded at the corners of experiences wondering if this step fits in with your principal? Does this fit your narrative?
I adjust my attention as I write, and I remember to focus on right NOW. I decide to leave the labeling inside a metaphorical bag that lay beside me, and just write down what must be said; even if only to honor my fleeting thoughts.
In the bigger scheme of things, we really are all hurrying in and out of minor life events, crashing into big ones and wondering about where everything could be going. I however, choose to look at the spec in time I inhabit tonight and not dwell on bigger schemes and well-written story lines.
The choice I make now is to leap. That is all I have, and all that any of us can ever rely on to be fair. So stay, skip or leap; just do it now.