You take a drink with your friends, and somebody says,
"Yeah, we should go skydiving tomorrow!"
You go, "Yeah, we'll go skydiving tomorrow!
"Yeah! Yeah!" Everybody goes, "Yeah!"
Then that night, you're laying in your bed
and you just keep, "Uh, uh."
You're terrified.
You keep imagining over and over again jumping out of an airplane,
and you can't figure out why you would do that.
You wake up the next day, and you go down where you said
you were going to meet, and everybody's there.
You get in the van and be like, "Oh my God . Oh my God."
Your stomach is terrible.
You can't eat and everything, but you don't want to be the only punk
who doesn't jump out of this airplane.
You fly, and you go up, you go up, you go up, and you go up to 14,000 feet.
Somebody opens the door, and in that moment you realize
you've never been in a freaking airplane with the door open.
You're looking out down to death.
They say. "On three," and they say, "One two," and he pushes you on two
because people grab on three.
You go, "Ahhh!"
You fall out of the airplane and i
What do you need that fear for?
Everything up to the stepping out, there's actually no reason to be scared.
It only just ruins your day.
The best things in life are on the other side of terror, on the other side of your maximum fear,
are all of the best things in life.
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