Cliff-diving

When I was ten, I was told to cook.

All the ingredients were ready at the table.
I know where the utensils were.
Where the salt and sugar were stored,
The bay leaf was placed..

I knew pretty much except the recipe.

There were no YouTube tutorials where I came from.

So, my feet just jumped off that cliff,

And eventually swam safely,

Rather, to my tongue, the ingredients worked swimmingly well.

"You forgot to add pepper."

I should've added that. Silly me.

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Cliff-diving had always been part of me.

Though, I didn't want to,

It somehow stuck like a fly to flypaper.

To minimize this hobby of mine, I came up with lists, notes, and calendars.

These are the talismans I used to exorcize my tendencies.

Somehow, it worked.

Bullet one : study hard. Check!
Bullet two: go get a scholarship.

Though with some snags and test anxiety, I nabbed one anyway. Check!

Bullet three: maintain the scholarship.

Aside from the occasional, extra-credit grovel, A diploma was handed to me. Check!

Bullet four: get a job. have money.

It got tricky. Employees swarmed like bees but discern which collects honey, which is just a buzzer, and which one just uses its stinger.

In my 10 years as an employee, I only had 4 employers.

I don't do Math but the numbers aren't that bad.

Bullet five: spend time with your loved ones.

Boy, did that go well.

I blocked 'loved ones' from my social media accounts to stop panic attacks.

Bullet six: forgive.

See, the bible states it so simply but the process of going on about it is one hell of a whiplash.

This anger, this indignation is my fire.

When it all goes out, what then?
What will my talisman be?

Is 'I forgive you' that powerful enough to exorcize all that bad spirits away?

I learned from jumping off cliffs but this height is something I'm not ready to launch off yet.