Bungee?

Bungee jumping ~ the sport of leaping from a tall structure while connected to a large rubber band. The tall structure is usually a fixed object, such as a building, bridge, or crane; but it is also possible to jump from a movable object, such as a hot-air-balloon or a helicopter, that has the ability to hover over one spot on the ground.

The last week has been feeling very much like being caught in a never-ending bungee jump, both from fixed and movable objects. Now, for a person who has an intense fear of heights (which is real and analogical), it very much akins to being pretty much scared shitless.

The intense thrill comes as much from the free-falls as from the rebounds.

I can't figure out how to put it into context. And yes, I am happy not to be the person who needs a definition to things. Unfortunately, someone had to go and put a definition to it and it goes as the "beginning of something good, sweet and daring, where emotions run in body, spirit and veins, where it is so intense, scary and sometimes insane."

And it's scary cos there is a wide spectrum of possible injuries that can happen during a jump.

But I suppose, as with every person, whether it's bungee jumping, sky-diving or just plain getting into the car for the first time and starting the ignition, we'll always have the doubt, and the fear, and the uncertainty. As an old friend of mine once wrote in my year-book, that there is never a moment of absolute certainty in life.

Yet given that, question remains ~ are poems and prayers enough to jump off into an adventure?

If only we could be like angels and commit.