I've ran and ran and then I stopped, because standing three feet away from me is a bottomless black pit.
I lifted my chin; I could see the bright and vibrant future ahead, but yet this damned hole is in my way. I decided to wait, afterall it'll close one day, at least that's what I believe.
After what seemed like eternity, I was still sitting on the bench, and by then I've already counted the number of lines of patterns on the handles, and cleaned the seat 69 times. I've resigned to my memory by plastering the picture of the dark gap in my mind, and painted graffiti on the wall. In my swift actions I find myself scrawling "I am not going to wait anymore" with thick red paint and then gasp, threw the can that with a rattled thud crashed onto the messily tiled floor.
Thereafter I stared into the earth shattering pit, and recalled the stories of people who attempted to jump over it, and in the end left their family members grieving. With meticulous measurements and a prayer to the Lord, I braced myself for the worst, wrote a quick letter to my family to tell them that I love them.
And with my stomach churning, I jumped, and landed safely, with poise, on the marble tinted floor. Success rang in my ears, shutting every other sound out. Everything here was perfect, I could see people smiling, I could see my future, I could see that things are changing for the better. I took out the piece of paper from my pocket, and without hesitation tore the piece of paper into halfs, then quaters, and finally into a million pieces.
This world's beautiful, just beautiful.

Instead of waiting and thinking that someday something exciting will happen that'll change your lives forever, why not take the risk, because you don't wait for changes.
You make those changes.
You open up opportunities because you can change the world.

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