Jumped out of a plane today.
Willingly, knowingly, and confidently.
Climbed 14,000 feet in a plane with two benches and 20 people
Waddled out to the garage door
A gaping hole in a metal tube hurtling through the sky
Free fell, 120 miles an hour toward the unforgiving earth.
Sometimes I wonder about God.
He made us dumb enough to want to do this,
For his laughs? Or ours?
Of my own volition (and at a high velocity) I plummet to what could easily be my death and last memory on this earth.
I give zero fucks.
It was the most exhilarating feeling in the world.
The parachute deploys,
I am tugged upwards.
My instructor spirals us downward,
Allows me to pull and steer.
I have no clue what exactly to do and try to follow his cues,
But I know one thing
This shit is *fun