I am not afraid of heights. Never have been. The truth is that I should be. A constant scenario during dream time is myself standing on a bridge with no handrails. I fall off the side. I don’t remember anything that comes after. Maybe it’s how I died in past life.
Still, I am unafraid. I like climbing to the highest of heights and like looking down at everything else.
I think that this is where I am supposed to insert a metaphor for life. I am not going to do that. I am going to keep climbing, though. Forever.
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