I stand at the edge with fear gripping my heart. My heart thumping so hard and loud my reflex action is to wanna hold it down before it jumps out of my skin. The coldness in the air engulfs my skin. My toes are trembling and trying to inch backwards very stealthy. I try to get myself ready for my life-changing experience and flex both my arms outwards. Soon after, I realise that my arms have dropped and I hesitate just a second longer. My instructor gives me a slight nudge from behind and tugs at my harness once again to make sure they are secure. Everything is set; except me. I'm holding myself back yet again. Afraid to let myself be. To allow myself to be in that moment. And before I know it, I take that leap and allow myself to free fall. I have no words to describe the moments thereafter. All I can, however say is, I swear I felt infinite.

My virgin attempt at fictional writing. Credit to be given to Stephen Chbosky for the phrase in the last line.

And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.