Step 1: The set-up.

We begin in the unknown, tempted by the devil and induced by the thrill-thirsty spirit that is plainly human to seek forth the greater truth in the dark masses. That tiny speck of light glimmering in the ocean of black sky, and most instinctively, we want to reach out and grab it, and know it, and hold it. And to make it ours. But this temptation and curiosity is saddled with fear. It is tainted with ambiguity and blistered with unknowns. That is only to make it all the more tantalizing, and in spite of the unknown (and in other cases, the risk of knowing what might be to come), we take that leap of faith, into whatever we believe will be true bliss.

Step 2: One step forward, two steps back.

Now that you've taken the initiative (and it's very important to remember you wrought all these upon yourself when the end approaches), you're yet another step closer to the pitfall. This is really much like walking at the edge of Niagara Falls. Every tiny step you take widens the breathtaking horizon that you are trying to internalize, and the same step is monumental in that you moving closer and nearer to the edge, hanging by a thin thread. Less than playing God, we simply let life deal with its struggles and rest loosely on this thread, oscillating back and forth, playing the game of temptation with the devil himself. The crippling rocks and suddenly shaky ground beneath seems insignificant compared to the wonders of the view you could never else imagine. And that lures you further. You've taken the first step and the only way out is forward.

Step 3: The pitfall

This is the best part. This is when it's all going wrong right after it was all going right. Well who's to tell what's right and wrong and this point. It's a real blur at the speed you're falling down the falls. Yea, you being smart and all, took one step too many and toppled off the cliff. But the adrenaline's got to your head so the first half of the drop seems manageable, even stimulating and addictive. That mad rush feeling you get when you took your leap of faith and know that things couldn't get any worse from this point; but damn right son, you're so wrong. And you don't know you're screwed till you're at least half-deep and sunk into this pitfall so it's all too late to grab on to any withering tree branch as you take your plunge. And your physical manifestations a mere tangible representation of your fears and regrets.

Step 4: The fall

Sorry if you thought it was all over, it's not. Good thing is, you've fallen for so long, you've practically developed a mechanism to get over your fears and all. It's all really part of your daily routine now and that's important to passing on from this stage to the next. That numbness starts to sink in over time even while you continue to sink to rock bottom and it's no longer any more a regret than it is a necessity to live out the guilt. Essentially, what comes here is the fundamental need for realization.

Step 5: Oh fuck.

You see the light at the end of the tunnel, the surface of the rock-hard floor imminent in your crash course. And as you brace yourself for the worst impact ever, you get hit by one that you never expect. You suddenly go springing back upwards, skyrocketing up the cliffs you just dived past. Turns out you were never left free-falling; a bungee rope was attached to you all along (someone conveniently slotted that into the fine print back in step 1). And so you're left hanging and going up, and soon before you know it, you're gonna come back down all over again. And you're going to need time to rebuild that confidence and insensitivity to the 'free-falling'.

But we all know nothing's ever free in life.