Come a little Closer


As somebody who is absolutely terrified of heights, approaching the edge is quite a frankly terrifying. My heart starts to race, my stomach is flooded with butterflies, nausea overpowers me, my hands sweat liters of water and allI can think is fuck fuck fuck. When life says “Come a little closer. Come to the Edge.” the same response is triggered.

Although this intense response is in fact revolting at some point it fades and is replaced with a new vivacious energy. Suddenly life transcends from painting black and white lines into beautiful colorful brushstrokes creating something beyond your wildest dreams.

The last time I came to the edge I landed in Berlin, Germany. I stumbled upon lessons and experiences but ultimately it lead me to understand life. The last time I leaped I was reborn.

Today I hear life’s whisper again “Come a little closer. Come to the edge.” yet I stand hesitant to get a little closer. I achieved what I came to Germany to do but now a new journey begins and it entails new uncharted territory.

So in the last couple days, I have been frozen knowing what I have to do and what scares me. I am afraid to fail. I am afraid to fall. My fear is greater this time and I realize it’s because the first time I didn’t think it through, I didn’t try to look down, I just jumped. I took a leap of faith knowing everything would work out, and it did.

So tomorrow is a new day and I will jump.