My first time on a Zipline. Sweaty palms, increased heart rate. You aren’t quite sure what to expect. You double check your safety harness, you clip on and think to yourself, “What the hell am I doing?”.
The first few seconds are euphoric, everything slows down. You then begin to build speed, faster and faster; you hit critical mass, you spin and terror begins to take foot. Out of control.
You hit the buffer to stop, a sudden jerk. You swing like a pendulum and quickly gain your footing. The first breath feels like the first in eternity, yet the ride is finished as quickly as it began.
Love sometimes feels like standing on a cliff. You and your partner are on opposite sides of a canyon, with the water below of untold depths. If you jump in alone, you drown. If your partner jumps in alone, they drown.
They say that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again while expecting different results. Yet, here I am again on the cliffside.
Or maybe it’s about finding someone that you don’t have to jump off cliffs for.