Sky Dance
Have you ever thought about skydiving? It goes a little bit like this:
You start feeling anxious on the way to the airport trying to remember why the funk you’re doing this. You finally get there and sign the death waiver, while going Tony Robbins billboards on yourself: “why live an ordinary life, when you can live an extraordinary one?” Why Georgiana, why?
You get into the mini airplane and fly higher and higher, above the clouds (4000m), and realise you’ll have to throw yourself out soon. You watch those that go before you (3000m) and ponder how many sky kilometres your ego normally needs.
A bit light-headed, you wake up from your existential reverie with a tap on the shoulder — IT’S TIME TO GO!
I don’t know how you guys fall from the sky but I fell very fast, faster than could possibly imagine. Air felt like buckets of frozen water in my face and I couldn’t recognise my body anymore. I felt like a rag-doll, with all my bones broken. I tried to think but I couldn’t. The mind stayed quiet in the body for the longest time. Then the parachute opened and propelled us back up, changing the maddening rhythm into the most awesome sky cruising. My adrenaline was high to the point of feeling emotions and sensations that I have never felt before. When I eventually landed my knees were soft and I felt happier than a fool.
You don’t have to jump from the sky to be considered an adrenaline junkie. This type of activity is just a confirmation that you already are one. If you have a compulsive desire for adventure and excitement, it will spill in everything you do. It will give you courage to love fiercely, deal with adversities calmly and feel passionate about every single thing that you do. It will make fear a peer and life one hell of an amusement park.
