Could you imagine how it would be, after beginning a hero's journey, to climb a mountain of insurmountable odds, finding yourself a the edge of tomorrow, then, without closing your eyes, taking a deep breath, you push off from the giant precipice into the ever expanding great unknown, and suddenly find yourself in mid-flight, feeling completely natural at living above the clouds?
Can you catch your breath? Did you close your eyes in fright at the risk of falling?
Life is a work of fiction, and every day we create a new chapter,a few paragraphs or sometimes, just a single line. There is no rhyme or reason, and life flows ploddingly, trepidation with each step. There is no fear in fiction, just the ethereal world of the maybe and what ifs. So what if I take that single step, that great leap into the unseen and the unknown?
What then?
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