Sometimes I wish I could jump off a cliff just for the beauty I would see while falling.
No, I'm not really considering jumping off a cliff; I do quite enjoy living with two feet on the ground. But imagine! The exhilaration of the wind flowing through one's hair, the feeling of zero gravity, the sites one would see as the world slowly grew closer and closer, and the realization that these wonders are consuming the last moments of one's life. Beautiful.
I suppose that's kinda like life for some. They live in the moment, enjoying every second regardless of morality and consequences. So maybe they end up in a ditch somewhere, shattered into a thousand pieces, but at least they devoted themselves to their fall. At least they lived their drop. I suppose brokenness is better than living safely on solid ground, too afraid too risk the fall.
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