Precipice

I stand at the edge of a precipice. I do this often. I find myself poised for something, maybe greatness, maybe nothing more than more than I am now. But instead of jumping to the other side, or soaring into the clouds, or diving into the deep, I sit down. Or worse yet, I turn around and descend right back down the same path I spent a day, a month, a decade, or a lifetime climbing. Why do I do that? Maybe it is enough. What if it's not?

Fantastic Photo by Grant Skousen--used without permission.