Date Written: 30 October 2025
When you have the world in front of you
The sight can overwhelm you
Where do you step?
Where do you look?
Where do you go when the sight over this ledge sees all?
You can look to the ones who raised you
for the answers you seek
and they may tell you
to just go and feel the grass
under your own two feet yourself
But that answer does not appease you
It gives you more questions
What does the grass feel like?
Will I like the grass?
What if I hate how the grass feels?
What then?
You seek some more advice
among those who live with you
on this ledge, but their responses
just fill your head with more doubt
that clouds your head with more
uncertainty and questions
Which leaves you second-guessing yourself
and losing sight of your original intentions
Why did you ask all those questions?
Why did you even care about the grass in the first place?
Why did I bother to look over the ledge to see what is over the edge?
And while you feel lost with yourself,
you find yourself staring over the ledge again
Aweing at the sky before you
Curious at the grass well below you
And jealous of the view right in front of you
It’s then in that moment that you remember
the very first time you desired to step off this ledge
But you got lost in the sight that was before you
and as you continue to get lost in the view again,
you notice a figure approaching you from below
The closer he comes the more you see
that he is not approaching you
but the very ledge you stand on
He begins his climb up
and about halfway up
you holler, asking him
“Why do you climb up this ledge?”
And he tells you in-between haggard breaths
Because he wants to go much higher
than he ever had before
Floored, you take a step back
and look over the horizon again
You never thought to go higher
But you always wanted to go farther
And with that thought in mind leading you
You leap yourself out over the edge
Only to find the drop was short
The grass was wet and soggy
and that the man trying so hard
to climb the ledge you just came on,
If he had just walked a little further past
the front of the ledge,
he would have seen the path
of those walking up and down it
And if you had spent less time
asking questions, and more time
seeking answers, you would have discovered
that same path a few paces away from the climbing man
But you can’t fault yourself in hindsight
The top of the ledge was all you knew
And now while you are in the world
that was moment’s ago just in front of you,
You take another step on the wet, soggy grass
and keep looking forward,
moving on from what is behind you