Hesitation (Epäröinti) #22
There is a moment.
Quiet, brief, yet heavy.
The body stands at the edge, but the mind lingers.
A pause, where the heart grips the comfort of what is known, unwilling to let go.
Behind is the land, the safety of what has always been.
Ahead lies the unknown, vast, cold, calling.
The frozen lake stretches like an unanswered question.
To take that first step is not only to move the body but to confront the weight of leaving behind the familiar.
It is the final breath before the leap.
It is the ache of knowing that once you cross, there is no turning back.
And still, the feet remain planted for one more second.
Hesitation (Epäröinti) #22
There is a moment.
Quiet, brief, yet heavy.
The body stands at the edge, but the mind lingers.
A pause, where the heart grips the comfort of what is known, unwilling to let go.
Behind is the land, the safety of what has always been.
Ahead lies the unknown, vast, cold, calling.
The frozen lake stretches like an unanswered question.
To take that first step is not only to move the body but to confront the weight of leaving behind the familiar.
It is the final breath before the leap.
It is the ache of knowing that once you cross, there is no turning back.
And still, the feet remain planted for one more second.