That feeling when you're not entirely sure about something. You only know enough that you want to go for it anyway. Falling at 9.8m/s^2 but I'm still clinging on to the latch of my parachute. Should I let my inhibitions go and just keep falling or be cautious and blow up the parachute once something's amiss?
I have no idea.
I have no idea what I'm getting myself into. But being the adventure junkie that I am, I threw caution to the wind and made the plunge anyway. Driving in the dark with my headlights on, unaware of what lies ahead after the 20-meter distance laid out before me.
For now, I am not certain about anything except the fact that this seems like worth a try. But I'm still holding on to my parachute because I don't want to fall all the way down and break my skull.
"Love knows no boundaries.. or safety precautions."
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