All so often I stumble over opportunities not knowing what to do with them. Turn my head and walk away or stop to take a closer look?
Sometimes the opportunities are staring me right in the eye but I'm too blind to see them. It's frightful to look outside the little safe, familiar box which mostly includes the opportunities I've chosen to bring along. Of course there are always those that decided to tag along even thou I didn't want them there, but I've grown accustomed to them. It's actually fascinating how flexible and transmorphic human beings are; how we can transform our outer- or inner self just to fit in. Whether it's a specific situation or, sometimes, fitting into the life we've put together for ourselves, we all act like shapeshifters. No matter how many right choices we take or potential mistakes we avoid, we will no matter what end up feeling out of place at one point.
Having all these choices to make sometimes feels like carrying a huge load of cement in my pockets. And even if I keep emptying my pockets rather frequently, they still keep getting fuller and heavier. Might this be the side effect of getting older or being betwixt and between? Either way, it's frightening. A choice I make could shake the very ground I stand on; change my inner beliefs; change who I am; change the path of my future. The most intimidating part is that this could all happen without me knowing.
The major opportunities and following choices are naturally enough the most mind dwelling. Should I take this job? What if I move? Might he be the one for me? These kinds of questions give me the chills, and I know the reason. What if I make a mistake? Then again, how will I ever know...
What do you say to taking chances? What do you say to jumping of the edge? Never knowing if there's solid ground below, a hand to hold or hell to pay.
Jump!
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