via Daily Prompt: Jump
When I used to ride my bicycle through the semi-circled neighborhood, I knew enough people to cut through backyards and down massive hills into crevices where I should have been knocked unconscious by a tree. The mere thought of my makeshift roller-coaster ride in poverty makes my heart palpitate these days. No one would have thought now that at one point I used to use the five foot platform of my cement porch to launch myself and my bicycle over the ugly brown bushes that stood like dead carcasses in front my house.
Fear strikes through me nowadays even if I miss a step in the dark for stairs that I walk down daily. My roller-coaster rides are all safety approved, if I even ride them at all. I do not jump over tree stumps with no helmet anymore. I do not place myself in the position to break my neck even though I did not consume myself with that notion in the past.
I still jump though. I jump through my own self-doubt in order to achieve what I believe are my goals in this life. I fall backwards into a trust pile of plans, wishful thinking, and instinctive ambition. I jump through stigmas to tell people ‘No’ instead of giving in.
I wonder if in ten years if I will think back on these days and realize that I could have given myself a broken spirit at any moment. Just like I could have jumped over those tree trunks, down those steep hills or over those spiked bushes and broken my neck. I may be more of a risk taker these days given how many times I cheated nature and gravity in the past. When giving those beast the old “one-two”, confidence reigns. I know they still follow me though waiting to see in what metaphorical way I will defeat them again.