On the precipice

Sometimes I have glimpses of sunlight, streaming through the clouds on waves of promise and hope. Sometimes I go for a run and the Spirit seems to be rustling the trees, telling me secrets that I will decipher with time and experience. These keep me going. I love what I'm doing, where I am, who I am, who I have. I think I just choose to open myself wide to the world - the pain, joy, surprise, fear, unexpected - because I like the thought of being stripped clean by all of it, even if it hurts. It somehow feels good in the end because I choose to take the storm in my own way - with arms spread in defiance and acceptance of what is coming. Damn it, I am going to stand on the edge of the precipice and stare into it because I'd rather do that then fear going over. Besides, there is never just one thing at the bottom of them.