"...it's always a funny thing, being on the precipice. things have already changed - you just don't feel it yet. you're going over the edge of the thing. it's certain. you just can't see what's rushing up to meet you. so for this brief moment you're balanced between old and new and neither really applies.
for just this instant that you're on the edge of both, neither past nor present exist. it's just you about to change your life again and nothing you're used to and nothing you're imagining is of any real help. there are no handholds, no oh shit handles and no safety nets on the edge of the next unknown adventure. you just have to throw yourself off and remember that you can fly...."
for just this instant that you're on the edge of both, neither past nor present exist. it's just you about to change your life again and nothing you're used to and nothing you're imagining is of any real help. there are no handholds, no oh shit handles and no safety nets on the edge of the next unknown adventure. you just have to throw yourself off and remember that you can fly...."
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