Getting up is always easier than coming down. I’ve always been scared of heights but I scaled it anyway. And I wasn’t planning on coming down. I just wanted to get up here. Be up here.
And then panic seized me, the conundrum of choices. I chose to leave the known comforts and took chances that I knew would skin my knees. I’ve been burned before. But I went down the hole again (Up?) I have chosen to take chances again, to climb a wall. And here I am, clawing at stories to tell myself, while my heart beat in my ears as I stick my back to a wall that really is not my friend. And suddenly the sunshine and the view that I was embracing a moment back is no longer my own. I so easily and so knowingly give myself up to powers that feed on my soul.
(photo by Eve Hannah, please do not use without explicit permission.)
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