Do you think before you jump?
I don’t.
I just jump, and then I think. That’s if I could get out alive. But I always have. And sometimes it hurts, other time it doesn’t. But even though it does, I don’t regret.. because it’s useless. I have always been a risk-taker, simply because I don’t wanna wake up one day just to realize that I’ve lost my chance, and can only wonder how it’d feel like if I did decide to jump. And I could never imagine what life would feel like if you never take risks in life. Uh oh, I know.. boring.
And after claiming that I know myself so well, I came to a point where I just couldn’t understand. Why can’t I just jump this time? Why is it so hard? Why do I stop and start to think? Maybe it’s just because things are doing so good (and also unstable), that I’m afraid I might do something wrong and ruin it instead. Oh blimey, now I’m worrying about something that hasn’t even happened yet. How stupid.
I remember a dialogue in this movie I saw a couple of years ago that goes, “Worrying is like sitting on a rocking chair. It keeps you moving, but it doesn’t get you anywhere.”
Hmm..
Oh, you know what, fuck all this, I’m just gonna jump in. Cross my fingers and just hope this time it won’t hurt that much.
