Jump
One day I did a Bungy Jump, launching myself, arms spread wide in the perfect dive position, off a platform 200 feet over water.
It was exhilarating.
I had taken a friend to the Bungy jump, and then sat and watched about 15 people either jump or come back down, their fear overriding their desire.
I had not intended to jump. But in watching, I had observed a pattern. In most cases, those who jumped did so as soon as the instructor reached the zero in the countdown. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Bungy.
Those who failed, hesitated. Sometimes people played with the agony of indecision, their feet strapped into the bunny cord, for up to twenty minutes. Most often they then came down without jumping.
That all struck me as crazy.
If you are going to get up on the Bungy platform, then jump at the point they say jump. The decision is made before you leave the ground to go up.
That no-mans-land of indecision is more agonising than the short terror of letting go. Which is quickly replaced with exhilaration.
Consider the risk before leaving the ground. Once in the process of the commitment, even when your mind is screaming at you to not jump, which it will do so loudly nothing else can be heard, jump.
February 28th 2019
Photo taken February 28th 2019
