Platform choices...

There is something dangerously liberating about standing past the yellow line at a train station platform. Shoulders arched, framing your core to balance, whilst your toes are sneaking over the edge, arms hanging loosely by your side, coupled by fingers twitching and tapping, anticipating the dry air that follows behind a train passing.

There is something dangerously fierce about leaning foreword and feeling for a second, like you could fall. Almost reminiscent of a careless act, it reflects on the power of choice and how in a second the choices we make can change not only our lives but everyone’s around us. A reminder, that life is as we know it is ours to decipher if that next step will plunge us into extremity or land us on balanced ground.

There is something dangerously fast with these choices we make. Do we follow them up short of breath and quick of heart beat, or with a foundation of readiness and responsibility? Do we illuminate the repercussions that, which disallow us the enjoyment of the choices we make, or do we sit back, smile and feel safe in the power to choose?

It is inevitable at times to fuck up and pick the latter, and follow it through with a displeased resolution. At times, we may even consciously choose the wrong road in order to challenge ourselves, work harder or focus on feeling like we have failed for awhile in attempt to self criticise and reflect on our insecurities. But from here, we make the choice to move through what we need too and make a new choice, to manifest change. We set the intention to overcome, recondition and fine tune the latter, and recreate what will inevitably make us once again feel like we accomplished the right choice for ourselves.

The ideation of choice is ours to create. The consequences are also ours to define. But the opportunity to choose again to suit a better purpose is inevitable.
Reading this, I’m wondering what has eventuated in my life to ponder over a topic such as this. I am the kind of person to have both of my feet firmly pressed to the ground, so I can lean over the edge, concentrate on the weight of my body over the platform, to then bring it back safely to re-enter my body. For me, this dangerous feeling feeds the euphoric side in me, and elates the idea that I have options. It also gives me permission to switch off from searching the ‘why’s’ and sit quietly in the unknown and know, when I’m ready, I can pick up my bags, move away from the platform, and momentarily forget that my life is in my hands.

Sometimes the choice to surrender all liability and get lost in a shared laugh, look, touch or space becomes the most powerful choice of all.