The idea of making a leap into the unknown is so often described in grand, sweeping terms: this moment of grand decision to turn everything upside-down.
But the truth is, the leap itself has a lot less to do with where you are jumping and much more with the space between the jump and landing. It’s not what is out there but what you bring in with your choice to step into something new.
The unknown has no map; it doesn’t guide you. It’s this vast open field that says come and run in it without telling you where the finish is. For many, it is terrifying, like standing at the edge of a cliff and wondering what is behind. But what if that’s the point? What if the thrill of the leap isn’t to the destination but in the act of trusting one’s self to fall?
Leaping into the unknown isn’t figuring everything out. In fact, it’s the uncertainty that sharpens your senses and expands your capacity for growth. It’s about embracing discomfort, not running from it.
The unknown may not promise you safety, but it does offer you transformation. The ground you land on may not be solid at first, but every step you take after the leap shapes the path that wasn’t there before.
Sometimes, we will mistake the unknown for some place of danger. However, it is as blank as paper, ready to be filled with anything, good or bad. The leap by itself doesn’t mean loss of control but rather invites one to be a proprietor of their own story, no matter how the pages may go.
So, leap. Not because you know what’s waiting for you; indeed, not knowing what awaits is perhaps the most important thing because that moment of the jump is when you learn something new about yourself, being able to embrace and give meaning to uncertainty.
