Lately, I’ve been overcome by the feeling that I’m standing tiptoed on a precipice, with the End calling out to me and Life beckoning on the safer side. I know I won’t slip. Not because I’m sure-footed, but because any falling on my part will be entirely intentional, a willful plunge of finality. So here I am, standing on my rapidly tiring toes, taking in the view, wondering which decision will be borne to fruition first. They shouldn’t accord such power to us mortals, really.
Wisdom Wears Neon Pyjamas 
Vox populi