Standing at the Bridge

You stand at the edge of a bridge across a wide expanse, above a raging river. Behind you, a beautiful, exquisite place, however, you've been there so long you know every bit of it. On the other side, a place that is just as beautiful, perhaps more so, but you don't' know. Do you cross the bridge? "Of course," you want to say, " I can just come back if I want to." However, look at the bridge, it's old. It looks like it hasn't been used in centuries. It's sturdy enough for you to cross it once, but then, it may break. What if you can't come back? Do you go anyway? To discover what is ahead?

This is how I feel right now, as I stand at the brink of a huge change in my life. I know that there is so much to look forward to, I'm so excited. Yet, at the same time, I don't know if I'm ready. Ready to let go of my past, to leave behind that part of me. I don't' know if I'm willing to risk that bridge breaking after I cross, making it a one way journey.

I have to choose soon, do I cross? Do I let go? Do I risk the chance of never coming back? Do i release what I've had and who I've been? To reach that amazing vista on the other side. Is it worth it? I wish I knew. Will the bridge break? Or will it stay intact, strong enough for the occasional journey back?

And so I sit, staring at my bridge, waiting, weighing, trying to decide.

Source: Just another writing from my notebook during my Creative Writing class