Maybe next time…

Leaning against the guardrail, watching the wide blue stream of water flowing past below, you start wondering… Is it going to hurt, or will I dismantle and perish without my nerves ever having the time to react? Will I swim with the fish or fly with the angels afterwards? The glowing yellow light of the streetlamps produces an eerie gleam on the surface, and you want to believe that this is the pool of redemption, where all the hassles finally come to an end and your daunting responsibilities vanish, just like in your childhood. Oh yes, the times when your biggest stress factor was having to turn off the computer at 8 because tomorrow is a school day and you still haven’t finished the homework. Good ol’ times. Then, you suddenly break out of your thought spiral, you feel the bridge shaking as the next tram crosses the river, and you say to yourself: maybe next time, maybe tomorrow…