For years now I have kept telling myself, I shall cross the bridge when it comes. And now ,it suddenly hits me that there is no bridge. I had to build one.I stare at the huge gaping abyss and think of calling a tender to start constructing it.I realize it’s too late. I see my friends waving at me from the other side, in sympathy, in mockery. and some dissatisfied ones in jealousy,in warning.i am not sure if the bridge is worth crossing,i think... I decide to turn back, walk a little and come back running and right from the edge of the daunting cliff, take one huge leap of faith.the fall doesn’t frighten me,I know it cant kill me.i may be wounded if at all I choose to get hurt,but may be,may be I will reach the other side,like so many others and find it greener,happier.may be u don’t need to build a bridge,may be u don't need to cross it at all.will get to know soon..
optimism is the first cousin of love ---GDR