'Just DO IT ya fuckin pansy!' the words drift up to me and I look down at the 40 foot cliff Im standing on top of. Im skiing at Whitewater, in Nelson BC. I look around, taking in my surroundings. I can see massive white peaks slashed with outcrops of black rock, all beckoning to be skiied. I see the remenants of deadly avalanches, results of those answered calls. 'My grandma has more balls than you!' More heckles. Where is that line between achievement for self and achievment for others? Would I be up here, contemplating this jump if no one was watching? Probably not. What I do know is that the key to a successful jump lies in Supreme Confidence. As OSHO (a great enlightned man from India) said:'If you sit, sit. Stand, stand. But whatever you do, don't wobble.' I pack down the snow with my skis, ensuring a solid take off point. The snow is perfect, not too fluffy and stupidly deep. The sun is out, creating vast white fields of sparkling snow. This moment I try to burn into my memory for future retrevial when I'm old and decrepit. These are the moments I exist for, but something's missing. The Shakes. I'm a junkie, I need my fix. I need those high energy chemicals pumped into my brain and body. I need my muscles to shake and tremble with adrenaline and those sweet endorphines. It's that rush that has placed me here, high above my friends who continue to egg me on. I have the same mentality with adrenaline as I do with drugs, it's no fun to get high alone. 'You're Crazy, Stupid!'. Im cool with that, my common sense died long ago. My Intelligence reigns supreme, and intelligently I know I can do this, no matter what common sense says. I combine my supreme confidence with the words of pro-skier Scott Hibbert:'just put your brain on pause and see what happens.' and after allowing the anticipation build into a pre-commital shake, I jump. At first, I'm weightless. Then gravity grabs hold and I fall, accelerating towards the ground. In the air, my breath is regulated and I remain calm and in control.....on the outside at least. I slam into the slope, a cloud of snow rising from the crater where I landed. I look up. No pain. Sweet. I let out a victorious war cry as my buddies crowd me. 'Sick! Fuckin Sick!' they yell as I give them shaky high fives. I look up to where I stood seconds ago. it wasn't that hard. Next time I'm going higher. 'Let's Give 'er boys!' I say as we all rip down the hill in the glorious, orgasmic, waist deep powder, anticipating the huge mugs of cold beer awaiting us at the bottom. I got my fix, shared it with my friends in the greatest playground on earth, and it's all topped off with some oh so sweet golden nectar. It has been a perfect day.
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