That time always comes....

The time where you have to make a decision, the people before you were fine, but still. Every part of your body is screaming at you not to do it.

"what if something goes wrong?"

"what if i miss and hit the rocks?"

"what if i drown?"

Your feet seem to plant themselves in the rock, unwilling to move. Your body tenses up, all you can think about is what you have to do, what you've been taught. You jump, the adrenaline rushes through your body, you've just denied everything that keeps you alive. Your thoughts are simple, hands to your sides or crossed, keep your legs straight.

You hear cheers, a crash, the low drone of water rushing around your ears is calming.

there's no bottom, you start flailing your arms, reaching for the surface and the precious oxygen you need to breathe. Once you hit the surface, you take that breath, you swim faster than you've ever swam or else the current will take you into nothing.

You've done it, and now you can say you've done it.

- Because saying "i jumped off a cliff" is just plain boring.

- Ernie