With my heart pounding faster than a freight train, and my mind spinning madly out of my control, every ounce of my survival instinct forbade me from doing it.
But I had to do it, I wanted to do it.
It had always been my secret, whimsical fetish. A desire that I had harbored deep down in some untapped part of my heart.
Oh, I wanted to do this so bad!
But should I? And could I?
I felt apprehensive, I felt very diffident.
Climbing up the seemingly unending bridge, walking up to the lethal ledge, I felt my heart sinking down my throat and my intellect going theoretically dead. As I got sized up, harnessed and bounded, the alarming realization dawned on me that I had at that very moment lost control. I had forfeited my last chance to quit. There was no escape. I had no choice.
But I had to do it. I must do it.
For there was too much at stake. My pride, my ego, my unfulfilled dream, my claim to fame, my commitment to myself.
Opposing every muscle and thought in my body that was operating overdrive to pull me away from gravity, I closed my eyes and took the deadly plunge.
As I plummeted down 410 feet, blood gushing through every crevice in my head, I felt surprisingly liberated. The harness felt non-existent. I felt untethered. I felt free!
I felt alive!
But what I was oblivious to, was that the bungy jump down was a daunting job just half done. The horror of the act of jumping was thwarted by the suddenness of the savage recoil back up!
My body flayed like a pendulum at the bottom for a few seconds only to be pulled aggressively up a few hundred feet mid-air!
In those few fleeting moments, I felt like I had traversed through numerous celestial realms, both physically and emotionally.
And then just like that, it was done!
As I was maneuvered into a boat and onto to familiar ground at the end of this personal feat, I felt something new.I felt satiated, I felt accomplished!
I had proved a point— To me!
I had overcome my fears, crushed my low self-esteem, defied my survival instinct, and had just let a comforting tranquillity come over me and take control.
I had let a feeling of submission, faith in a force above, and my free spirit guide me as I took that leap that day.
A leap of faith, quite literally!
Down 141 feet that day, I had found myself and made my way to the top of the world!