I leapt off a bridge today. I let some people know I was going to do it.
“Sorry to hear that,” they said.
I held my breath, close my eyes, and thrust myself forward, into the cool air.
I felt myself falling. It felt good. Refreshing. Right.
My toes hit the water and quickly after, my whole body was submerged.
This is right. This is right. This is right. – I told myself.
Now, looking up at the bridge from the water, the thrill subsiding, the moment has passed and I feel something like regret. I wish someone had asked me not to jump.
They’ll be talking about it today, telling each other of my decision and sharing the details and the gossip. Life will go on, with one minor adjustment.
“Sorry to hear that,” they’ll say.