He is perched three steps from the edge of a great cliff. A kimeti is behind him, but he cannot see their face. Their voice is flat, though kind, and they say, "Forward!" They do not pause. The kimeti nudges the young buck firmly, and he is forced to take a step. Two steps remain. The young buck quivers, but does not take a step back. Neither does he move forward, like the kimeti behind him desires. What is after the cliff? A long plunge to death, a deep ocean, only darkness? Fog tendrils creep around his ankles and inch towards the cliff edge.
"Again, forward!" The kimeti pushes him firmly. The young buck takes a second step. There is one step left. The young buck is shaking. He can't begin to imagine what will happen if he falls.
"Don't fear, don't wait; have to move, before it's too late!" One last push, and the young buck is on the edge. There is no turning back. He braces himself for the last nudge, but it never comes. "Don't hesitate to give in. There's nowhere left to go but onwards. I can't push you that last step. It has to be you, or it means nothing."
The young buck closes his eyes, shuts them tight, and opens them wide as he takes a step out. He doesn't understand why he is listening to this voice in his ear, but he feels the truth behind its words. He is over the cliff, bracing himself for the fall, but it never comes. At first he takes another step, midair, as if the sky was the ground. And then he realizes he can run; he can run upwards, downwards, anywhere he likes. He is free to run through the sky, on the earth, maybe even across water, and he doesn't need to fear the fall. He can't look back, because the voice that helped him did not want that. It is only time to look forward, and nowhere else.
Never again, No More Hesitation.
