An Unofficial Bucketlist:
No. Undecided - Go bungee jumping. Jump off a bridge.. headfirst :)
When I was in my third year high school, my English teacher made us read a story about an amateur’s first time to go bungee jumping. I didn’t care much and just read it unlike my other classmates who complained a lot (at the back of the teacher of course! haha). My teacher even made us watch a clip of bungee jumping. Since then, I’ve always wanted to try bungee jumping.
I want to experience jumping off a bridge and diving headfirst. I’m not suicidal, mind you. I just want to experience that would be exhilarating moment. As I watch clips of bungee jumping, I always thought it is like flying. Only downhill, but still, it’s the same.
Someday, I will. Before I die, I really will. :)
I created this blog to post about my dreams so it’s supposed to contain positive things yet I posted negatives. Anyway, I’m restoring its original essence. Need to manage it now.
From this day forward, this blog will contain what I said above. And if any of you wants to unfollow, you’re all very welcome to do so. Actually, I appreciate all of you (my followers I mean) but I really wouldn’t care much if you will unfollow. After all, I blog to express not to collect followers.
Thanks Y’all! :D
Strip all lies and take my hand
Let’s conquer this misery in one dive
Doubts and fears engulfs my heart
But too occupied of that awaiting life
I don’t have those two literal device
All I have are wishes and dreams
I don’t have any time to philosophize
I just need to set out these invisible wings
Never too strong, never too weak
Sometimes, just barely hanging on
Sometimes, tired enough to seek
But mostly on the top of the world
This coldness the numbs my skin
Is the very thing that lifts me high
So can I hate the source of my dream?
When it’s the only hope for me to fly
But these wings are caged by limitations
So I just have to stay alive and survive
I know soon I’ll overcome this depression
'Til then, my winged start of life.
It sucks to be alone so better not hate it.
There’s this bridge in our community or city of whatever you may call it, that I am really fond of. I like it especially at night when lights from lampshades and houses are reflected on the river. It always gives this magical glow or something. Don’t get me wrong, most people think that it’s just ordinary and I think it really is but I have a different view on it. It may seem ordinary to other people but I always find it overwhelming to look at.
I had been there once, beside the bridge I mean. I even sat on one of those railings or whatever they call it. It was sunset by that time. I was with my former classmates. It feels overwhelming to be there. As what Charlie said, “and in that moment, I swear we were infinite.” Yea, I felt infinite at that time.
So, silly as it may seem, someday, I want to just sit there and watch the sun set and moon rise. I want to be alone to marvel the beauty but I think it would be nice if someone who means a lot to me share that experience with me.