The Jump

THE JUMP

I always wanted to jump … but I never could.

Once I even tried, daring to go to the exact point where the brave jump; I watched,

panicked, convulsed, and finally gave up.

I got married; she wanted security, children, and … blah, blah, blah. Frightening!

Whatever I gave, would it have been different? She left! Left me! Me!

So many obstacles and I managed as best as I could; however, I never forgot about

the jump. It was father who told me all about it; I learned of his many attempts and

how he finally succeeded.

F-a-t-h-e-r! F-a-t-h-e-r! Where are you? Why did you do it? You were so

passionate about life. Do I have to believe in you, God? I do believe in you …

therefore, I damn you!

Mother never wanted to try; she in no way understood why would anyone want to

attempt it; and all the more she never understood her man, my father.

Mum … she did not even notice; never asked about you. Did you know? She lost

her sanity in the battlefield of life, in the chaos of the universe, in the junkyard of

earth.

Of course, I never forgot about my old challenge … it had been my main

nightmare; but as time passed, it became less scary, until it morphed into a sweet

brainteaser.

Today I have faith in you father, the day of my 35th birthday. I believe! I AM here!

Teasing muse, the time has come! One, two, three, yehhhhhhhh-

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I expand my chest, inhale; contract, exhale. I

am b-r-e-a-t-h-i-n-g! This is it! There is nothing better. Trust me! Sheer

contemplation, purity of life, and it just cost me 20 bucks!

Author's Note

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