Uncertainty

really is everywhere.
Will that dreaded
thing
ever happen?
And when?
And what will
happen then? And
will I ever be
ok again?
And what will
people think.
And will I
even cope, and
be able to
show my
face.

For I
may fail.
I may try
and stumble.
I may be overestimating
my own greatness
by the truckload.
Yet: how will
I know?
Unless I dive
off this bridge, knowing
that I’m not
packing a
parachute?

The answer really
is simple.
I’ll only know, when
my toes leave
the safety of
where they are
anchored now. When I
open up, to
infinite
possibility. When
I realised that
I have stumbled
before. I have
been bruised, and
battered. I’ve failed, I’ve
lost
face. I’ve disappointed
people: myself and
others.

Yet here
I
am. And this
is indeed
part of the wonder of
being human
and being alive:

Experiences
find us, and
we
them.

~Lu