Standing at the edge of the world

Standing at the edge of the world, trembling.

Where does it go from here?

Should I leap? Should I stay swaying, wondering?

Beneath the edge of the world a sea of life unfolds. A storm pushes the water against the cliffs, as the water hits the rocks with enormous power, I close my eyes and imagine being a fish. No matter if a storm clouds its view, it still keeps on swimming with the current as guidens. Who do I follow? Who can guide me?

Is it really me, myself and I at the edge of the world?