“Why? Why on Earth did you do that to yourself?” infused with “Cool! Where did you do that? Oh my God, I want to do it too!”
The reactions I got every time I showed my bungee jumping video to family and friends.
If you haven’t watched it:
Why did I jump?
Honestly, I cannot tell you the exact reason why.
It just felt like the right thing to do. Like I had to do it.
It’s conquering my fear,
it’s pushing my limit,
it’s redefining my boundaries.
Also, I’m a huge adrenaline junkie. So.
I can, however, tell you how it feels like.
When I stepped off that platform, free-falling 83 metres, with nothing but a bungee chord holding me back from meeting my maker,
I felt like there’s nothing in this world I cannot do or achieve.
I felt powerful.
With wild adrenaline rush coursing through my body, it felt like I could touch the sky if I wanted to.
It felt like there was no limit in my world. Nothing I cannot reach.
It felt like everything is absolutely possible.
And after you make the leap, you’ll want to do it again.
You want the fall to last forever, and if you’ve been skydiving for a while, you notice that pulling the ripcord becomes harder and harder. In the end you’re scared that one day you’ll overdose, that you won’t pull it, and so you stop jumping. And that’s when you know you’re hooked. Abstinence eats away at you, life appears meaningless, trivial…
-a passage from The Bat by Jo Nesbo-
The level I am currently in might not match the description I found in the book I read per se but I am hooked.
I want to feel it again.
The blood rushing to my head,
bouncing up towards the sky,
reaching my hands out and feeling like I have wings.
I would do it again in a heartbeat.
I suppose it’s my choice of poison.
Why did I jump?
Well, life is gonna push us all off the cliff anyway. Repeatedly.
Might as well attach a rope to our feet and have fun.