Personal Narrative: Jet Skiing

I peer over the edge, wincing at the jet black body of water beneath me. I have just climbed a series of boulders, and am now at the top of a cliff, a couple hundred feet above the ground. How I ended up here, I am not quite sure. Physically, I am well aware; Mentally…not so much. For much of my life, I had remained far more cautious than my peers, preferring the safety of the ground to the risks of water and heights Yet, for some unusual reason, I had decided on this particular day that I would attempt cliff diving. I had always sought to avoid similar experiences, from scuba diving – which I opted out of – to jet skiing, which I begged to be excluded from, but ultimately participated in; the point being that, I had been far from a risk taker.

Nevertheless, there I stood, way above the ground with nothing but a wavering spirit, staring down at the murky waters of Barton Springs. I gazed at the bottomless pit for what seemed like ages. Suddenly, I was soaring through the air, hands together, adrenalin rushing, gaping at the calm, deadly, scene of water laid out before me. And just like that, it was over. My body connected with the top of the pit, and moments later, I was completely submerged in water. I …show more content…
I now appreciate life to its fullest, doing things I would have once been hesitant to do. Cliff diving was a gateway to approach my risky endeavors without an overly cautious fear. No longer am I afraid to invest in a business idea formulating in my mind and bring it to life, or to start a project out of fear of not finishing it. The little things that I was once wary of, now complete me. The everyday applications of this change in mindset are not extreme, but they are extensive. In hindsight, I am glad that I took the initial risk. I’ll always look before I leap, but now I know that, with the right mindset, I can