Why…
Why did I jump?
At the time, I was only worried about how high the platform was from the water. I didn’t even think about sticking the landing, or what would come after that.
Now you’re telling me I have no other option but to swim? I have no idea how long I’ll have to swim for, my arms and legs are getting tired quick. With each breath I take, I’m inhaling more water than air.
I think to myself how bad this feels and ask myself:
Why…
Why did I jump?
In asking why, I found my answer.
Did I jump to regret my decision? No. I knew it would be hard. I jumped because the person who was on the platform knew
This was the only way.
How else would I reach the horizon?
Ahhh, that’s right I remember I CAN SWIM.
Will I make it? Who knows. Maybe a shark eats me before I get there. Maybe I die from exhaustion and end up on the ocean floor. Who cares ‘cause one day, everybody’s gotta die.
At least I’ll go out with a bang. Maybe I make it, maybe I don’t. But one thing’s for sure: at least I tried. Not only for me, but for those still standing on the platform, waiting for the perfect moment to jump.
This is my life now, I am a swimmer. And I will swim until I can’t swim anymore.
“The only way out is by going through it.” – [insert girl’s name here]