“I am scared of the heights,” said nobody with a fear of height, standing on top of a great distance, ever.
From time to time, I would like to whisper a word of hypocrite to myself. Not with a sense of contempt, just to beat others from doing so. While it comes a little less hurtful for my liking, it also gives a comical twist around the irony. I have said it first. Therefore, what others will say won’t matter. It is my secret weapon, and the punchline is always makes me laugh.
On that note, I have been entertaining myself with the idea of jumping for months now, or maybe years. And just like others, I love the view seeing from heights, I love flying. It might be the only way human can actually seen the most beautiful sights of the world. Although I don’t know how I came up with the conclusion that jumping might be a good idea for me to try, today I am strapping myself on a pair of safety jacket attached to the longest rope I could find. Ten? Twenty? Thirty? I don’t know. All I know is that I have lost my mind long enough to finally, voluntarily, let myself fall.
Thrilling as it is, I am holding on to the rope as I throw myself back to the greatest distance I have encountered and whispered: “You are not scared of the height, you scared of the possibility on falling. You are not scared of jumping or flying, you scared of the foul landing.“
Now that I have gone too far, let’s just pray for the safest landing for us both.
You little daredevil.
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