The Fall

I saw the opportunity, and as risky as it may have been, I seized it. I flew upwards, giving no thought to the danger of the situation. I continued up, focused on my goal, never looking back. I was determined to reach the top, no matter what it took. Everything seemed to be going my way, every move I made was perfect. I felt confident, in control, free. And then, one small obstacle appeared in my way. Consumed with my self-confidence, I pushed through the obstacle, underestimating the possible consequences. The obstacle refused to abide to my will, and instead broke free, pulling me down with it.

And so, in the height of my confidence, I fell. With the distance between me and hard, unforgiving ground decreasing rapidly, most people would think I would panic, cry out, show some form of fear. But in reality, I felt no fear. Only recognition of my mistake, and acceptance of the pending consequences. I felt at peace, even though I realized what may be about to happen could potentially alter my life in drastic ways. As I fell, flipping through the air, a thought came to mind. If not for the ground racing up to meet me, the fall would have actually been enjoyable. Falling with no restraints, nothing to hold you up or slow you down, this makes you feel freer than anything else I have ever experienced.

But then, Impact! My whole body flailed like a rag doll as my back came in contact the solid dirt beneath me. Oxygen flew out of my lungs, leaving me breathless and dazed. I sat up, attempting to breath, but my lungs would not listen to my mind's commands. I sucked in harder, gasping for breath. A minute passed, still no air would makes its way into my collapsed lungs. Meanwhile I tried to feel if anything was seriously damaged. To my surprise, I felt no pain. This completely confused me, considering the height of my fall. My body must have been in some form of shock. Finally, a breath of sweet air entered my desperate lungs. It hurt to breath, but I continued, forcing my lungs to inhale and exhale without pause. With my lungs functioning, I stood up, and felt the adrenaline begin to hit my bloodstream. I began to quiver as this amazing stimulant went to work. I've experienced this sensation before, and to try to describe a legitimate "adrenaline rush" is difficult. It makes you feel more alive than you have ever been. By now, pain began to set into my chest, back, and left hand, but it didn't bother me that badly. I have an odd appreciation for pain. I'm thankful for it. It reminds you that you are still living, that your body is still functioning as it should. I embraced the pain and endured it, thankful that this situation did not turn out worse than it had.

That night I had a dream I was falling. There seemed to be no end to it, because strangely there was no ground in this dream. My dreams defy logic. Haha. Call me cray, but I've realized now that I just won't be satisfied until I get the opportunity to skydive. Falling that far, with no limitations or insurance of survival besides a parachute on your back to deploy only when absolutely necessary , it excites me. The freedom, the adrenaline rush you feel is like nothing else. Skydiving is my dream, and my life won't be entirely complete until I get a chance to do it. It may sound ridiculous, but its the truth. What is your dream?