Say it...

Don't look. Just go.

That's what I think goes through the mind of a bird who is about to take flight. If I was a little bird taking my first leap into flight, well I would be scared shitless. Just think about it, you are about to jump hundreds and hundreds of feet off the ground not knowing if you will make it. You can be jumping into your death or you can be taking flight. And the only thing supporting your jump is your wings, air and well your belief in yourself. Belief that number one you can freaking jump and after the rush be stable enough to pull yourself together. Then you got to believe that you can make your destination. Now what happens when you do not have a destination. What if you jump and then you just go blank. You fall and everything else falls within your vision. Everything from the moment you jumped to that very moment of regret. What happens if you just slow down that process and just enjoy the time you fall. The only problem is well, you know you are going to hit the ground.

So knowing your ultimate fate... will you believe in your jump?