There comes a point in time when you have to ask yourself, what am I doing?

Am I doing what I am supposed to be doing? Is this the life that was intended for me?

When you are standing at the end of the dock with nothing ahead of you but the open water and you look down. There is no where to go. It is either down, sinking deeper and deeper into the dark abyss or out into the open water moving forward letting the waves take you towards whatever lies ahead, whatever waits for you at the ends of the horizon.

Is it death? Is it life? Is it a happy blissful life that you have dreamed of living? Or is it a life of pain, fear, anger, and solace that you keep living over and over and over again.

We are each our own, trapped inside of a shell, living inside seeing through our eyes to the outside world.

Sure the shell is as shiny and pretty as others eyes see but what happens when the shell cracks? Is it a burst of light that shines through or shall it be a dark ominous somber vapor that seeps through surrounding the shell until it consumes it?

Back at the dock. Look down, look out, and look up. Where is your lifeline? Is there a life raft waiting with a rope to pull you back? How far down will you go before you have gone too far?

Now Jump.

Do you sink or swim?