“Lean! Lean! Lean!” After he shouted the third lean he pushed us forward. The feeling of being forced and pushed with such resistance felt like a rush of adrenaline being injected straight into my chest. I couldn’t see anything because my eyes were shut tight. My grip was as hard as ever. I could feel the cold air hitting my face, pressure going against my tiny body. I held onto the strap that was on my chest holding onto it for dear life. Never have I felt this. Fear, heart beating so loud I could hear it. I could feel the pulse of my heart beat coursing through my body all the way into my ear. This was it. This was how it was going to end.
Tap tap, on my shoulder. I opened my eyes and looked. The cold hair still pressing on my cheeks and body as I kept falling. I could see the land ever so green. I could see cars driving about their way. They look as if I can pick them off the road. I looked around me and I could see everyone else that had jumped from the plane.
Never have I felt this feeling. Lifted, light, happy, free. My instructor said as we kept falling downward towards gravity. “Look around you. This world is beautiful and at the end of the day it comes down to you and your happiness. No one else’s.” For someone reason what he said made perfect sense to me.
I have finally made peace with my inner self. I smiled as I knew I would cry next.
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