You only regret the things you do not do, so take a leap of faith!
I have always wanted to bungy jump. OK, scratch that. I have always wanted to sky dive, because it seemed easier. You’re strapped to an instructor’s back and you’re forced to jump out of a plane because you’re being pushed. There’s no use having last-minute nerves, because it’s too late — you’re going whether you like it or not. But bungy is trickier and more terrifying — you’re leaping alone through space and only you can decide your destiny. Sorry folks, but Laura the LoveTrekker‘s metaphors for life are back — because to me, falling in love is actually a lot like standing on that rickety bungy platform: terrifying and totally easy to walk away from, but so, so worth it.
I’m feeling brave and I’m thinking about my bucket list. I’ve been wandering around Australia for nearly two weeks alone and hear that the highest jump in AU, AJ Hackett, is right there in Cairns, which is close to where I happen to be staying for the night at Palm Cove‘s Sea Temple Resort. The jump, which is smack in the middle of the rainforest, is 164 feet. I sprinted up those steps to the top — I didn’t want to think about what I was doing.
I was harnessed up and led to the edge of the precipice while the guy strapping on my bungee cords rocked out to Pantera. I kept my mind carefully blank until I actually looked down — and saw what was in store for me at the bottom — endless expanses of unsafe open space dropping into a pool of water (I can’t swim well).
“I’m going to count down from five, and you’re going to jump,” said my ‘guide’, who has probably taken this very leap so many times that he was exceedingly bored by my fear.
But I wasn’t bored, and I hadn’t done it. However, I know the worst part of a bungy — besides looking before you leap — is waiting around to make a decision. Will I or won’t I? If I had thought about it longer, I would have been so terrified that I might not have set out to accomplish what I came for.
So on one, I didn’t hesitate; I leaped. My stomach plummeted to the ground as I felt nothing but air and was sure I was going to die. But two seconds later, the feeling changed. I was flying, I was euphoric. I had taken a risk — and it was fun. I had challenged myself — I was alive!
I’ve come to realize that falling in love is very, very similar to bungy jumping. You get that ‘I want to throw up feeling’ when you realize you’re about to fall, it’s terrifying, easy to talk yourself out of and a completely amazing experience when you allow yourself the freedom to go head over heels.
The problem is that too many of us have been burned so many times that we’re actually afraid to love. We play silly, stupid games that guarantee we’ll have an unhappy ending. We convince ourselves he’s not right because he doesn’t look like Robert Pattinson or have a job in finance. Just because a guy you like may not be perfect on paper, that doesn’t mean he’s wrong for you, or that you should shy away from him. Because really, how will you know if you don’t try?
I do know this: like I’ve told you before, I don’t like to have regrets. I don’t regret jumping, and I won’t regret falling in love. It’s high time I stopped fearing the unknown.