Blame the GoPro footage, or should I blame my dad for spending too much time in the camera shop?
I was watching the footage of people doing pretty awesome stuff and they carried GoPro camera to capture & record those beautiful moments.
And I was mesmerized, I was pumped. Just by watching them. The urges to start doing them on my own started to kick in. They bring back all those memories of doing them, and dreaming about them.
Maybe, if you have been following me, or if you know me you'll know how much I love to try extreme activities. I dreamt of these things ever since I was little. I remembered, during the time when there's a show where we can write to them on our dreams and they'll make it come true, I've written that I wanted to sky surf.
Obviously I didn't send in, I chickened out. Plus I was like what, 9? That seems almost impossible for me at that point of time.
Anyway.
Alhamdulillah, I am so blessed that I actually got a chance to live in a country where I can try some of them. Sometimes I do wish I am determined enough to collect money and tick off stuff on the list, as many as I can.
Like sky dive, or cliff dive, or just base jumping anywhere. White water rafting, tramping etc.
And you may know how much I love jumping down something. I think its kind of crazy that I do, and I have that urge of re-doing them whenever I jumped once. If only money flows like water in my pocket, I will definitely do a few bungee jumps & canyon swing on that day. Heck, I'll just go on 20,000 ft and jump off an airplane.
There's something about jumping. No, the thrill is not when you fall.
The thrill started when you're at the edge, waiting to jump down. Every time, at that moment I'll look down, and ask myself "Are you insane?". I asked myself that again and again.
And with tawakkal, I stopped thinking about it and I let myself. I jumped. I took that leap of faith.
And when I fall, that moment? I felt so alive. Like I just jump-started myself or something.
Those were the times. Now? All I do is I long for it to happen again.
I mean, I am not talking just about the jump. But also, that thrill of taking that leap of faith. To take the leap of faith to just jump down a base is not that hard as compared to making decisions in my daily life. Maybe because often I end up not getting anything.
But I can't just stop and chicken out, right?
For now I have time to recover. And I am taking my baby steps for this as I am pretty much still confused and unsure of everything. And I have, and I must, gather my strength back.
