"Never be afraid to try something new, because life gets boring when you stay within the limits you already knew."
With this quote, I decided to vanquish my acrophobia. It had been a long time since I had been planning to do sky diving. None of my relatives had done so and dismayed me, not because I had acrophobia but because they had not done it. But somehow I made my mind for this thrilling experience. Although it was a pretty deadlock for me, I had unconditionally made up my mind and knew there was no turning back. I did my registration with a lot of jitters but at the same time I had more of tenacity. I knew self-confidence was the only thing I had to keep with me.
Just when 15 days were left for my sky diving, my rigorous training started. It, for me was not less than training for a war against my opponent country. I completely loved the training which I did. I cherished every part of it. As the date for sky diving came closer my excitement as well as anxiety increased to a whole new level. The training got tougher and tougher, I got tougher and tougher. My certain amount of anxiety decreased as my confidence on myself grew. I knew that either a new beginning or the end was near. Finally the day came, the sunshine brought the hope to the best experience I could ever have. As I reached to the sky diving area I was made to sign the contract. I shivered in my boots as I signed it. Finally I was wished a good luck by my trainer and I was ready for my life time experience. As the plane flew my nervousness grew and grew. The plane then reached at a height of a certain 1000ft. The time had come. My senses were tingling. My legs were quivering. My mind was restless and so was I.
Decisively I knew that it was time for me to forget the world, forget myself, and forget everything! And jump. My acrophobia and my conscious were not allowing me to jump though. I requested, rather commanded the person in the plane to push me. The moment he pushed me, I seemed to have entered into a world with zero gravity. I totally forget that something like acrophobia ever existed in my life. I felt the air, the euphoric feeling, the cool breeze and simultaneously the speed. I was flying like a free bird, I was enjoying every second of it. I, like an insane human was rolling in the air. Up, down, left, right, I did all things I ever imagined. It looked I was flying timelessly in the air, and wishing this to never cease. I saw the magnificent mother Earth. It was so beautiful so majestic that it hypnotised me. The time kind of stopped, the curve was quiet visible, so fantastic so marvellous. The Gods wonderful creation allured me like anything. The time flied rapidly and I knew it was time I opened my parachute. As I opened it I suddenly stopped accelerating and started going down slowly, like a turtle. The air breeze was hitting me on my face so merely that it mesmerised me. Soon I saw the area where I was supposed to land. I gently altered the direction of the parachute and triumphantly landed on soil. I cried, I laughed, I sang, I danced and thanked my trainer for the awesome experience I could have.
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