Just now after making the decision that I did some time ago, I realized how risky of a choice that was. I'm not a risk taker. I never have been because playing it safe meant staying in my comfort zone. For some reason, with you, I responded back. Whenever I thought of anyone that might be of importance, you came to mind and so I came back to you. I don't like giving out personal details about my life to people, but it came naturally with you. Letting you see my face and hear my voice was jump landmark #2 (1 being the initial response). Growing closer to you and deciding to
trust you was completely out of character for me. For some reason, it seemed easy. I don't doubt my decision like I do with other people.
You have had nothing but a positive impact on my life so far, and you live 800 miles away. Whatever trust I've put into you or our relationship has been something so new, fresh, and simple. I have no clue where we are headed and I don't know if everything is going to work out. For the first time in my life, I'm okay with that, and I'm not dying to find out. I know it will be alright no matter what. Most would think what we're doing is just a crazy idea with a lot of empty hope, but it's something more. It's teaching me something no book or religion could ever beat into my head. Faith.
Faith is something I've never understood, and it always driven my brain completely nuts trying to understand it. I only associated faith with religion and tried figuring it out through that route. Considering I've never been too religious, that never worked out. I see now that faith isn't religion bound, and it's not something you can logically (or linearly) figure out. A + B ≠ C.
Variable C is something you know. Variable C is jumping off the edge of the building knowing you'll be unharmed no matter the actual outcome. A lot of humans close their eyes when they jump off something initially. Sometimes not knowing every single step of the way is better. If you look during the fall, you'll over think it, try to control it, and very possibly mess it up.
Now I'm not saying this whole effort is a blind jump. I've felt around the edge's corners to see if they were sturdy, and I've looked down below to thoroughly examine where my descent might lead. Knowing I might not land there is part of the decision making process for the jump. Whatever safety net I can somewhat see may not turn out to be safe or might just be gone by the time I get there. I've weighted these factors and made my decision at some point, though I can't remember the exact moment.
So I'm closing my eyes, and
choosing to dive off this edge of comfort. The wind might not pull me in your direction, but wherever I land, it's better than being back on that edge wondering what could have been. Besides, the sensation of free falling happily is quite possibly the best part. There's something strangely comforting about it. I believe the saying is follow your heart, and this one time I'm allowing my brain to say back, "Let's give it a go."
"You're already home where you feel loved." - The Head and the Heart