The Jump Five minutes was all it took to walk up the stairs to the top of the cave. Through the entirety of the walk I debated with myself; I wondered, if I should take the jump or if I should let fear take over, once again. The jump site was astounding. It was beautiful in every single way; it was bright and exuberant with colorful trees; which, I could not fathom how they had not fallen into the abyss. It was also beautifully dangerous with dark, sharp rocks hovering over foreign waters.
Fear entered my heart once more, but only for a mere second before my father said the words, “you won’t do it.” Those four words were my kryptonite. Anytime I heard them, I would allow myself to do anything and everything. All because of my reluctance to …show more content…
I made the decision to take the jump again. To get the adrenaline pushing through my veins again. To have the roar of falling deafen me once more. So, I walked up the stairs. I was completely covered in the ice cold water. My shoes, my shirt, my pants, my socks, all weighed down by the water. Each step became harder than the last. I began to feel heavier and heavier. What had originally been a five minute walk was now an eight minute walk. I stood staring into the abyss. I watched as the bats continued to fly around the cave aimlessly. No fear crept into my soul, nor did any doubt that this was a feeling that for the rest of my life I would remember.
My eyes remained open the second time. I saw the black eyes of the bats staring into my own. I felt their leathery wings against my skin. I felt as if I was hanging in air, flying with them. Alas, the moment ended as I hit the water, once more.
My heart hammered against my chest. My brain and ears pounded in my skull. My entire body exploding with the intense frigid waters. The pain of life had been washed away by the waters in which I treaded. The self-doubt, the insecurities, the pressure of life all for a small moment in time, had disappeared. Excitement and a passion for living replaced
Fear entered my heart once more, but only for a mere second before my father said the words, “you won’t do it.” Those four words were my kryptonite. Anytime I heard them, I would allow myself to do anything and everything. All because of my reluctance to …show more content…
I made the decision to take the jump again. To get the adrenaline pushing through my veins again. To have the roar of falling deafen me once more. So, I walked up the stairs. I was completely covered in the ice cold water. My shoes, my shirt, my pants, my socks, all weighed down by the water. Each step became harder than the last. I began to feel heavier and heavier. What had originally been a five minute walk was now an eight minute walk. I stood staring into the abyss. I watched as the bats continued to fly around the cave aimlessly. No fear crept into my soul, nor did any doubt that this was a feeling that for the rest of my life I would remember.
My eyes remained open the second time. I saw the black eyes of the bats staring into my own. I felt their leathery wings against my skin. I felt as if I was hanging in air, flying with them. Alas, the moment ended as I hit the water, once more.
My heart hammered against my chest. My brain and ears pounded in my skull. My entire body exploding with the intense frigid waters. The pain of life had been washed away by the waters in which I treaded. The self-doubt, the insecurities, the pressure of life all for a small moment in time, had disappeared. Excitement and a passion for living replaced