Leap of Faith! Literally. (Mar 16, 2025)
I’ve never been great at handling uncertainty, especially the kind that’s completely out of my control and
heavily luck-dependent. The week leading up to the skydive was pure chaos. Waves of nervousness hit every
couple of hours. But thanks to my mom and dad, some solid friends, and yes, even ChatGPT, I got through it.
And hey I did it!!
Now, it didn’t exactly feel like a movie moment where time slows down, you wave at a passing crow, or pull off
a mid-air dance move (I tried, the video looks more like I was flailing for help). It all happened too
fast to really process. Most of the time, I was just trying to breathe and hoping the parachute would open.
But the experience did give me something. A slight shift in perspective? Maybe I’m now
0.01% less scared of watching horror movies. Or of missing a flight. Maybe I’ll be a
bit calmer when a project falls behind schedule, when a PhD application doesn’t go as planned,
or when life just doesn't follow the script I had in mind.
All this incremental bravery, hopefully not short lived maybe because my chute did open?
There was a very real chance it might not have. But it did!
Maybe that’s how life works? The ghost under the bed doesn’t actually show up when you get water at 2 AM.
The check-in agent might just let that extra kilo slide.
Some kind professor might say “let’s do it” and take a chance on you.
And even if the chute hadn’t opened... well, I took the leap.
I’d have gone down trying, and then haunted all of you. Win-win?
Sometimes, I guess we need a bit of the irrational faith. Just enough to mute your overly rational brain and
jump anyway. "Sometimes"
Anyway, it was fun. Not for my wallet, though.