Love is a many splendid (and frightening) thing

I have been trying to mentally equate what it is like to be in love. I haven't had much success at it (equating), so the best I could come up with is it's a lot like skydiving when you are afraid of heights. All the way up in the plane, your stomach is in your throat, your hands are sweating buckets, and your heart is beating Mach 10. You can't think of anything else, no matter how much you try. And once the plane reaches the right altitude and the door opens, everything you are experiencing is increased tenfold. And yet you still take the plunge.

On the way, you experience turbulence. Lots of turbulence. Everyone tells you that this is normal and all you have to do is just ride it out. You're going to be just fine. This doesn't decrease the turbulence any less, but it does help you get through it. And once you hit a truly smooth patch, you're on top of the world. You're flying without wings. The view is breathtaking and you want to hold onto that moment forever. And then you get more turbulence and you have to remind yourself to just ride it out and that everything will just be okay.

There is also the matter of trust. You are putting all of your faith and trust in that once you pull the cord, the chute will open. Sure, you've heard stories of failed chutes and ripped out cords. But you're already in the air, so you push out all the doubts that are in your head and trust in that cord and in that chute. The last thing you want to do is to lose that trust. Trust me.

So there you have it. That's the best I could come up with. It's the scariest thing that you will experience, the risk is astronomical, but it is all completely worth it. For the view is amazing and the ride is a total rush. Just don't lose the trust of the chute. Your life does depend on it.