The world is continued by the hopes of those who are unimportant

As I look out over the precipice, I feel the wind brace against my face. It coarse hands awkwardly caressing my cheeks. I see everything below me; everything that I have ever experienced is sitting below me. Each memory graces my eyes as though it were a movie. I am not sure of where I am, but it no longer matters. Everything is meditative to the point that time, itself, has slowed down. I have no fears sitting here. In fact, it is quite lovely. Memories continue to play, even the bad ones. I smile at them, knowing that this world is only fleeting. The scenery fades away and I shed a silent tear.

I am at my computer, doing nothing. I am in this dorm, doing nothing. I am in this world, doing nothing. I close the laptop and walk outside, with a new sense of direction.