The Leap.

"How long?" someone once asked me. I thought: "When it's time, I'll know I've had enough." Time is relative; it always will be. Some years later, I heard the voice again. My lips didn't tremble. My hands did not shake. My heart did not beat faster. My mind paused for a minute. Time to let go it told me. I did. I leaped. My heart followed. I'm still falling and the landing is mysterious and distant. All I know is that I should have jumped a long time ago.