Leaning at the edge as He grabbed onto my hands. "You'll be safe." No cord, no harness. The boat seemed insignificant then. It looked insignificant. That speck could hardly leave an impression that caused fear to grip my windpipes. Please don't let go. Pl...Oh God, help me ... The fall was silent and devastatingly dismissive. Fear was not an option, yet I chose not to fear and it did not come. The boat grew bigger. Its importance enlarged in view of its structure but as that happened, I couldn't care less about the boat. An indistinctive tug at the ankles and the land below grew and shrunk. The boat came into inverted view with a pole protruding from it. And there it was - land.
That is exactly how I feel when I go through problems. The whole "being in " the problem lasts only a while. The fear comes only when you're standing at the edge thinking and thinking. When you fall, there's nothing you can do. You can chose to scream, cry or shout but eventually, it makes no difference except the impression you leave your spectators with.
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