What's in a moment

A flash of colors and air whizzed past my face as I hit the ground. I rolled over and stood up, taking a second to collect myself. The fall itself didn’t scare me; it was the look on their faces. “Are you okay man?” Said asked. I was fine. I could see how it looked bad. The landing zone was riddled with jagged rocks protruding from the earth. Taking a deep breath and wiping sweat from my brow I wondered, ”Why do I do this?”

It’s an interesting question. I climb rocks for thrills. Not only that, the bigger the better. Am I crazy? I willingly put myself at risk. But when I really think about it, it is so much more than that.

There is something to be said about functioning within a moment. Seeing the world through a pinhole. My sole focus the movement. In these fleeting moments, I find freedom. A sense of peace and solace. Although the consequences are very real, the dream-like state of fluidity, of movement, seems to wash away the stresses of modern life. Sure, I sit at a desk for 40 hours a week – but on the weekends I become a different person. I like that my finger tips hurt against the familiar keystrokes. Maybe this brush with danger serves as a reminder that I am still quite alive. Despite the monotony of Monday through Friday.