Sometimes I see myself as standing on the edge of a cliff. And I am looking down at the bottom. Everyone is afraid I am going to jump. But all I can think is "The fall would be breathtaking and the view... the view is to die for." That seems exhilarating to me. Perhaps hitting bottom wouldn't be so bad?
After all, what is life but a fall to our deaths through which we must try to grasp at tiny scenes of breathtaking beauty?
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