A small step

All it took was a really small step, she didn't even need to jump, just walk forward and wait for the water to embrace her. But she was scared, she was afraid there would be rocks at the bottom, even if she knew there weren't because she had checked it herself. She had thought that jumping from the cliff, that actually jumping, would help her be more bold, less thoughtful, because in the end she ended up letting opportunities pass, when all that was needed was a small step.

Yet, as in life, she was staring at the horizon, feeling the sea wind caressing her skin, hearing the call of the sea, a call of love and understanding, getting warmed by the sun who was witnessing everything from above, wondering if the girl would actually jump. And, as in life, she was only one step away from the objective and she was holding herself back. For fear of doing something, for fear of doing something that would change who she was.

Then, she realized that she was just hurting herself, that no one actually cared about good or bad decisions, but on doing something, on taking profit of life. She breathed in deeply, took a couple of steps back and jumped to the sea.

The sea shallowed her, warm and comforting, like a long lost love, and she felt liberated from the burden of being unable to take decisions. She felt free and she felt wiser, she felt as if she had been reborn. All her fears were stranded at the top of the cliff, too afraid to jump with her, and now she had gotten rid of them forever.

She saw back to the shore and sat on the shoreline, the sea licking her feet and legs, comforting her and telling her how brave she had been. How she didn't need to be afraid anymore because, she had done the right thing.