A lifetime of expectations had led her here: the dutiful daughter, the reliable employee, the one who followed every script ever written for her. Yet, here on the precipice of everything, she realised she could no longer live for others.
No gods. No fate. No map. Just the terrifying vastness of freedom.
She felt the harsh reality of having freedom given by law on paper, but
she was condemned to be free in reality.
The void beneath her feet was not just a drop into the unknown; it was the space where her past ended, and her future could begin. A future of her own making, without the chains of duty or the whispers of conformity. It felt like standing on the edge of existence itself.
Her father’s lessons echoed in her mind: “Duty first.” The walls of her upbringing were cold and unyielding. And her mother’s voice, soft but stern: “Fit in, don’t stand out.” The iron bars of expectation clanged together in her soul. But these weren’t universal truths; they were just human-made cages she had been taught to live in. Cages, she was now free to leave.
With a slow breath, Mary steadied herself, hands trembling but resolute. She was standing on the cliff’s edge, yes, but the true precipice was internal. This moment was not about the physical drop. It was about every time in her life when she had stepped back, denied her true desires & , compromised for the sake of others.
This was her proper choice.
To leap into the void was to embrace the unknown,
👉 to abandon the security of the world she knew.
But to step back was just another form of surrender
👉 a choice to stay trapped in a world not of her making.
Her breath hitched as she closed her eyes, remembering the teachings she had carried for years
😓 the ones that kept her safe, small. But now, those same lessons felt like chains.
For the first time, she understood that actual existence wasn’t about jumping into darkness, but about turning away from it to face the light of endless possibilities. The path wasn’t a fixed road ahead of her; it was a vast, uncertain expanse
💧💗- one that she alone could shape with her choices.
Her hands clenched into fists. The weight of her freedom was both terrifying and exhilarating. 💪She was the author of her own life now.
With one final look at the abyss, Mary stepped back from the edge. The ground was solid beneath her feet, but it felt entirely new. As she turned and walked away, the wind no longer felt like a threat. It was a call
💫 a call to her own destiny, one that no one else could write.
The world, vast and open, awaited her.
Moral:
The most significant burden and the greatest gift is the freedom to choose.
We are not defined by the scripts others have written for us. Meaning is not given; it is forged through the choices we make and the responsibility we take for them.
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