I feel like I am standing on the edge of a very familiar cliff; peering over the edge.
There is a long distance from where I am to the bottom, and many many jagged rocks along the way.
I have bravely jumped off this cliff many times before, but each and every time the chute I was wearing failed to open as promised. Though this chute seems to be packed the correct way, who am I to judge whether it will open or not? Me, the one who has made the leap without a proper chute many times before. The one who doesn't seem to know the difference between a parachute and a bag of rocks.
To be successful, just once, would be the ultimate victory for me, but I don't think I can survive another fall.
I cannot sit on this ledge forever; jump or walk away.
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