Have you ever been on a bungee jumping station? I am talking about the type in which you soar high up in the air and land on a trampoline and, then jump back up again and again. A few years ago, in the city where I spent my holidays, there was the evening attraction: the bungee jumping station. It was actually for kids with a weight limit. Well, it wasn’t written that it’s only for children and my weight was within the stated limits. Of course, all you could see were only the little boys and girls having fun on the adrenalin thing. I must have gotten enthusiastic about it as I stopped for few minutes looking how the children enjoyed jumping about 10 meters up in the air. I was enjoying children’s screaming and thrills when my partner told me: “Go ahead”! I said “no way”.
It was meant for kids so I only laughed at the proposal. But it didn’t take too long for me to get convinced and, I was soon in the queue. Imagine the line of 10 children with a maximum height of one meter and then it was me standing tall! I always smile every time when I remember this. The kids in the queue were looking one moment at those who already got their chance to be up in the air and the next moment at me. Yes, it was as strange for them as it was for me. Even the cute little girl in front of me asked me how old I was. She was either well behaved or didn’t learn to count yet that she didn’t make any additional comment. It was dark so I couldn’t see clearly the expressions on the faces of the other adults in the vicinity. But who cared! I decided to go and I waited for my turn. Soon there I was, up front in the line. The operator looked strangely at me but didn’t make any remark. He just made sure I had all possible cords for securing myself safe. The next moment I was in the air. I did it and it was fun! I was so glad that I actually went for it. I let the child in me enjoy despite the circumstances. But you know, this was not entirely the action of allowing myself the attraction which was especially meant for children. I must admit, I was afraid. I am sure that among those ten children and me waiting in the line, I was the one that was scared the most. Even though I may behaved like a child my experience was of an adult.
Yes, in the years following our childhood, we gradually grow awareness of the possible hazards of taking risks and their dangers. I was not an exception. With my own construed safety concerns I was acting only partially as a child. I believe that to fully re-live as a child in adulthood, is possible only when we overcome those imprinted fears, at times unwarranted and exaggerated. Please read again that I mentioned ‘unwarranted and exaggerated’. It is also true that the children know no such thing as fear unless they experienced it or it was imprinted in their mind by somebody else. But many times we tend to go to the extreme. Exaggeration isn’t good for anything. Let’s allow ourselves to worry less and enjoy life as a child even when we are adults.
To me, the bungee jumping seems to symbolize living a life. In order to take care of our adult fears, especially the unnecessary ones let’s make sure that the trampoline is well grounded and the cords are tight and firmly secured; the rest can be just a never ending adventure. The bungee jumping operator makes sure that everything is secured and asks you only one question: How high you want to jump?
But, the operator of your life is YOU.
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You stole the moon for me.
I lost myself in the constellations
I traced along your skin
the night becoming a vacuum;
something ours alone.
I bottled your sweet sighs
while you weren’t watching,
memorized the flutter of your eyes
and the songs we kissed to
will play over and over again in my head;
~ Joseph A. Pinto
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