We all start with a conservative out look. The burn marks remind us that it might hurt.
Courage creeps in and plants it's seed and begins to wear away our doubts. It's a struggle between hesitation and intrepidity, but the victor is always the right one. Cliche but true: Winners write history.
Then, all this is gone.
Bliss.
Happiness.
Unadulterated ecstasy.
...and then comes the calm.
I'm always amazed when I look back up the hill. To think where you were those few short seconds ago, teetering on the edge, winning the struggle. To relive that ride. It makes the calm so much sweeter.
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