The Plunge

© By Anonymous
I stand teetering on this 11,000 foot mountain edge, ready to take the plunge.
I balance my snowboard; my mind imagines that I am struggling to balance my life.
My heart is pounding; the elevation makes it difficult to breathe the clean, crisp air of this panoramic location.
Is this an actual drop I want to make on this double black diamond slope?
Or is this the plunge I must take toward my adulthood?
I might fall, or worse wipe out on my journey through life.
Chances are better I will gracefully glide through the deep powder, and have a wonderful journey.
But what if I catch an edge?
Like obstacles in life.
I yearn to scream in terror as my snowboard tilts toward the back side of the mountain, the easy way down.
I yearn to cushion my body and mind and fall back into that wonderful world of childhood comfort.
I want to once again fall straight back into the deep snow and create snow angels without any worries.
But yet life is not a comfort zone, it is a constant pulling of this rope and that rope.
I feel that the ropes are becoming too tight as I stand and teeter on the edge.
I must loosen the grasp and go forward down that double black diamond slope of life.
Why does life have to be like this?
I yearn to be back on that gondola, returning to the security of the bunny hills.
I gasp.
Goodbye childhood. Hello world.
I plunge.

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