Decision Point

So few choices, so much time laid out in front of you. We only change at the precipice. Like when you're staring down the barrel of an endless, unflinching destiny, and you're not sure you like what you see.

I tend to believe you can just will your way through it. But this takes enormous effort, and more energy than can be sustained for long. But I keep on going. You've got to keep moving. If you stop swimming you die.

How close do you let yourself get to the ground before you pull the ripcord?