Eddie Pinero

I'd become a spectator in my own life, a silent observer.

Because years and years had gone by and nothing changed.

I'd waited, I'd hoped, I'd believed, but the goal escaped me.

And at some point, enough has to be enough.

I walked up to the ledge, looked back one last time, held out my arms, and I stepped off.

They say that if you wait for the perfect moment, you'll be waiting all your life.

And while that was a possibility I couldn't entertain,

I was scared, unsure, ill-prepared, but as I forced my eyes open, they were greeted with the promise of a destination unknown, the beginning of something new.

For the first time, I didn't hear the wind, I felt it.

The adrenaline coursing in my veins took hold of every move.

My fear became my wings.

My free fall evolved into a calculated flight.

I was in control.

I'd traded every fear I'd ever had for a freedom I'd never known.

This is what it means to live.

To learn to fly.

on the way down.

It's never the fall itself, but the idea of it that scares us.

The what-ifs that corner us and lobby for our submission.

Many of life's failures are people who didn't realize how close they were to success when they gave up.