I dive. Off the edge, into the unknown, without knowing what's at the bottom. That's not recklessness. That's a decision I make. That's how I love.
When I go in, I go in completely — full honesty, full exposure, nothing protected, nothing held in reserve. That's where the real danger is. Not in the fall itself, but in how little I leave for myself to land on.
Sometimes the dive becomes flight. Weightless, alive, exactly where I was meant to be. And sometimes I hit the ground. The soul gets scarred. It takes time to stand again.
Both are real. Both have happened. Both will happen again.
I wouldn't trade a single dive for a life spent standing at the edge, looking down, never moving. There is no performance when you do this. Just raw honesty. Just vulnerability.
— tabo66 There is beauty even in the hard things.
