Just Jump

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Is the risk worth it?

Submitted: February 16, 2017

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“Come on, just jump already. It’s not that hard. You just have to do it.”

“I-I don’t want to. It’s scary from up here, and I remember what happened last time”

The boy was treading water and looking up at the girl who refused to jump. The cliff was only about fifteen feet tall and the water was deep enough that you wouldn’t hit the bottom when you jumped, so he couldn’t figure out what was so scary about jumping. Sure, it was scary at first, but once you jumped, you felt invincible. Once you hit the water, you realized what you did and you’d smile. The difficult part was always convincing yourself to jump in the first place. This difficulty is made even more severe if you’ve been injured in the past, like this girl and I both had.

That’s the consequence of jumping. Sometimes what you see at the bottom is different than what is truly waiting for you. The water may seem cool and comforting at first, but sometimes you hit the water and it sucks the air out of your lungs because it’s so cold. Other times, the water always appears deep enough not to get hurt once you jump, but, in reality, it’s too shallow to be anything but unforgiving. Experiences like this are going to happen. Anything you do in life that’s worth doing is going to have some risk to it. If you don’t take that risk, then you might as well just lock yourself in your room and sleep the days away.

People are bound to get hurt. Pain is a part of life. It might not be the best part of life, but it is a part of life nonetheless. What you can’t do is let the pain of the past define what happens today. Just because you fell off your bike when you were seven doesn’t mean you’ll crash and burn every time. It just means that you have to learn to pick yourself off the ground when it happens. You can’t change what you enjoy doing just because you embarrassed yourself doing something you love. Embrace the embarrassment, go out, and do it again.

These thoughts crossed the boy’s mind as he looked up; trying to come up with something to say that would inspire the girl. Then an idea popped into his head. He got out of the water and in a couple minutes, he was next to the girl standing on the edge of the cliff.

“We’re going to do this together,” the boy proclaimed as he took the girl’s hand, “I’ll be here for you if you get hurt, and I’ll be with you if you don’t get hurt.” Memories of broken legs popped into the boy’s mind, but he pushed them away. This was different. This time, he had tested the water before jumping in. He knew the water was amazing, and had enough depth to keep you guessing when you’d hit the bottom. He knew there was the possibility of something appearing at random. He knew the odds were high that something bad would happen, like a rock rolling across the bottom of the body of water, a fish passing by, or the boy losing his breath and not being able to reach the surface. He also knew that he didn’t care. Not because he didn’t care about his life, but he knew that he’d cope with whatever happened. He’d always take the chance of something bad happening while doing something worthwhile than doing nothing and avoiding the risk.

“You ready?” He looked at the girl for a conformation.

“I’m not sure how I feel about this. I’ve gotten hurt doing stuff like this before and-.” The girl was cut off by the boy’s finger on her lips.

“That’s your problem. You’re thinking too much. Your heart is a lot smarter than most people give it credit for. Unless you can undoubtedly prove that something is wrong, then everything is probably alright.” The boy squeezed the girls hand as added reassurance. “We’ll jump on three.”

“One.” The boy took a deep breath in, and then back out.

“Two.” He laced his fingers with hers. “No matter what happens, I’ll be here until the end.”

“Three.” Both of them took one last breath, and jumped.


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