The Final Step

Hands clasped together, as Jordan sits at the edge of the bridge, overlooking the dual carriageway below. There is no traffic, and so the cars speed past below dangling feet, many breaking the speed limits for the next safety cameras are not for another half a mile ahead. The sunrays break through beautifully carved cotton clouds that take their precious time to glide across the orange yet somewhat peachy sun in the far distant to the north-east from where one sits; the view is glorious. A few high rises and office buildings litter the horizon, with a few trees reflecting the mercy of the concrete jungle, as if they were left to live as a reminder of mankind's earthly destructive might. If there was any doubt that something powerful had created the beauty of this world, they would be put into question. What a beautiful world. The temperature was warm, about 25 degrees centigrade, and a gentle cool breeze blew against the navy blue V-neck T-shirt, caressing the skin. Light blue Levis denim jeans were worn for the occasion, with brown moccasins on black socks.


His all had been given. The heart ripped open in sheer exasperation, shredding to bits the cold shell that encased the precious contents he had fought so hard to conceal. Every vulnerability had been poured out, like a bank of stubbornness burst open, the calls for mercy, the for lack of a better term 'weaknesses' that had been treasured at all costs had come flooding out. 'At all costs', the words repeated themselves in mind. At what cost? Everything had been lost in that world. So close to being someone of importance, someone to respect. Everything had come crashing down, dealt with repeated blows from various perspectives; trust, respect, consistency, priority and responsibility. They had all been broken down and stepped upon carelessly, without a moment to seriously consider the consequences. There had been cries of wisdom to heed, but all had become distant faint whispers, drowned by the bellowing of pride.


And now, a like a broken leaf floating away in the distance in the air, everything was lost and fallen away, gone with the wind. And one could do nothing but watch helplessly , as words fell on deaf ears and attempted deeds of restoration shunned by a decisive heart. There was nothing that could be done. There is nothing that can be done. There is nothing he can could ever be done. All that is left to do is accept. But beyond that, there was nothing left to give. The cup that once runneth over had been drained and now tilted over, empty. Nothing to offer a potential suitor, a vacant premise to greet a new applicant for the soul mate position. And here, o the edge of the bridge, nothing but the jaws of death lay ahead. Flashbacks of several debates on mortality and what happens with the soul when one dies flew through the mind. Would one be reincarnated? Would one fall into a dark sleep? Would one suddenly drop into a lake of fire, or levitate into the nebular to find out one's fate at the pearly gates?


The callouts from the officers and loved ones were like muted souls banging against the windows of the mind. There was no way they could reach through now, it was too late. Some may feel this was a cry for help, others attention being sought, but both were wrong. This was an extended moment to reflect on the numerous chances given, the terrible decisions made and the acceptance of the choice to be an example to the next generation; do not be like one. Do not abuse opportunities, waste chances, break hearts, hurt others. Treat others with care, treat life with care, treat yourself with care, that you may find happiness and joy in bringing happiness and joy. One last look to the sunset, it'a final journey for the day reflecting Jordan'a final journey in his life. What a sight to behold. A deep sigh, and an edge forward in preparation for the final step into nothingness. One was always superstitious, so put the right foot forward and let go. 'So this is what death feels like. Goodbye mot...'