Last Updated on June 22, 2020 by Iris Sinilong
As I stood in line for my turn to zipline above a Mexican lagoon, I felt my legs shake uncontrollably. My heart was thumping. I could hear each heavy breath leave my lips. I love the idea of adventure. I love pushing myself to do something I’ve never done before. I could do this, I told myself over and over again. It was my chance to fully embrace gravity. “Well if you don’t do this now you’d have to find a way through the jungle, which could take hours,” said our tour guide. There was really no way out. There was no time to worry about falling.
I remember walking toward the edge of the platform, my body facing the tour guide. “Ready?” she asked with a smile. No, I wasn’t. As much as I enjoyed the idea of zip lining, I didn’t want to let go. My lips were dry, palms sweaty, legs still shaking. “Let go,” she instructed. I released myself from the ground and felt my body rocket into the air. In that moment, I felt an overwhelming flood of emotions. For a brief second, I was utterly scared. A rush of irrational thoughts came to me. But then I forced my eyes to open.
There before me was Mother Nature, her arms wide, waiting to welcome me. The view was breathtaking. The lagoon was a deep blue with shades of green tracing the curves. The air smelled fresh, with a faint hint of rain. Suddenly, I was craving for more. I was suspended in the air for about a minute, and suddenly it wasn’t enough. It was the closest thing to flying I’ve ever experienced and I just wanted it to last as long as possible.
I’ve always loved the idea of adventure, but I sometimes cower away when opportunities present themselves. But that day, I completely surrendered myself to gravity. Every day, I still think fondly of the day I ziplined in Mexico. Looking back, I can’t wait to do it all over again.
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