First time. My first time in a cyclone, is giving me an emotional roller coaster, fearful, apprehensive, eagerness, and a longing to just experience the unknown. Some what like jumping off a jetty for the first time. Looking down over the rail to the water so very far below, summoning the nerve to climb up and over the safety of the inside of the rail to stand with white knuckled grip on the outside. The crowd of onlookers encouraging and jeering alternately, only adding to my already broiling emotional tension. The sense of doom and dread building to unbearable parallel, and knowing that the time to let go and face my fear is upon me, for to delay any longer will only make me more desperate and foolhardy. So with trepidation and courage dredged up from some as yet untapped inner wellspring, I relax my grip on safety and sanity, and step into the void of the unknown and fly for the briefest of time in total freedom from all things, to hit the water and feel the rush of bubbles and adrenaline cascade around and through me. Splashing and gasping on the surface, I look up at the top of the platform of my fear and know that, I can prevail and conquer, that fear is in the mind and only if I let it, it will ever be my monster from the Id. So I say bring it on, show me the tempest of wind and rain, for though I am wary I am ready to step into the void again, I will prevail.
Posted on: Thu, 30 Jan 2014 04:32:02 +0000
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