Short Story: When You Leap
The world is vast beneath me. The awareness that I'm just a speck in the universe hightens yet I feel much more alive and seen than I've ever felt. I stretch my wings wide as the fast wind ruffles through my feathers, urging me to leap off the tallest building in the world and trust my wings will carry me somewhere and my heart will soar.
Do I trust the wind? Do I trust my wings? Do I trust the place I'm going? Would trust be enough?
I turn my head around and squint my small eyes against the torrent of the wind, just enough time for courage to dissipate and self doubts barges in. Do I really need to do this now? What if I can't do it? What if I fall? Suddenly I can't breathe. My heart's drumming in more fear with each deafening beat.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to push the fear down. It is now or never. I will always be afraid, it will still be scary the next time, but each time I survive the jump, I will be braver and stronger.
I lift one leg infront, hovering in the air, adapting to the emptiness beneath and adrenaline coursing through my blood. Then exhaling the last surge of courage tucked away for when death comes, the other leg joins and my whole being plummets together with hope.
Tears flew past me and I convulse in panic through the brief free fall. My brain is fogged with the worst case scenarios and regret of taking the leap, but somehow, I will my wings to move. The cutting wind slows into a breeze, my wails quiet, I open my eyes and see that I'm hovering in mid air.
A bubble of laughter escapes me while hope and excitement fill my heart. I flap my wings harder, and I fly.
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