The fifty foot drop in front of me gave me the most emotionally bipolar feelings ever. “You can do this.” “WTF are you thinking” “This is so dope” “NO!!!” All these thoughts bounced around my head until all I can do is watch myself get a head start and fly through the air. I spent so long in the air. Contemplated life. All you can do is fall. It seems like such a small thing in the moment because most of the work is done for you. Gravity pulls you down with all its force just so you hit the water with enough force as to join you biologically. It makes you feel like you kind of just went on some poor man’s spirit walk where you change your name from Snoop Dog to Snoop Lion. You can’t help but take that huge gasp for air as you fight your way past the water’s surface. There’s nothing to it. All fear is irrational. That’s what it taught me. If you do your best to fight the urges to make problems that don’t exist nature just kind of does the rest for you. There are no problems. Just obstacles that give you the opportunity to grow and mature. The other so called problems just end up being solutions. Terminal illnesses turn into reasons to appreciate and catastrophes end up becoming wake up calls to show you you obviously didn’t live life to its fullest. I miss that feeling that I had coming out of the water. I felt enlightened. I think I’ll go back to California and jump the 50 foot cliff again. I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be certain of things. I want that again.