#365DaysOfWriting — Day Eight

When do we begin?

Is it when our will is at its peak?

Or when there’s no way ahead?

Do we wipe the slate clean and start over?

Or connect the dots in life’s messy handbook?

Do we kneel down at the sight of a dark tunnel?

Or be motivated by the tiny speck of light at the end?

When do we fly?

Do we wait to grow wings?

Or just take a leap of faith?

Do we cower at the impossibility of flying?

Or do we soar to infinity and beyond?

Do we step back from the cliff?

Or live life like a series of cliffhangers?

When do we stop?

Never.

Even if the sun sets.

Even if the ground collapses beneath you.

Even if your mind can no longer comprehend.

Even if the naysayers scream loudly into your ears.

Even if your heart’s sinking faster than the Titanic.

You begin. You fly. You don’t stop.

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