Might As Well Jump

Since I can remember, I've wanted to skydive. Maybe because when I was younger it was the craziest thing I could think of doing. "Why in the world would someone want to jump out of a plane? That is pure insanity!" I thought. "Why in the world would someone NOT want to jump out of a plane? That sounds like pure fun!" I thought back.
For years I had this thought go through my mind. The more I thought about it, the more it made sense to give skydiving a try.
If you know me, you know I'm into metaphors. I think metaphorically all day long. Sometimes they're pretty good, but sometimes I start to explain one and the wheels come off fast. They make sense in my mind... usually. When you make comparisons like that, you can avoid repeating mistakes in different circumstances. See the lesson- copy and paste. My sister taught me that the definition of insanity is living the same way you always have and then expecting different results.
Skydiving, to me, is the perfect metaphor. It's something not a lot of people are willing to do. Mostly, I'm guessing, because of fear. Fear of what can go wrong. Fear of the unknown. Fear of falling.
Fear: aka- the opposite of faith
With all these "risks" in mind, I signed up (and to my surprise, so did my sister).
As we pulled into the parking lot of the skydive hanger, my sister anxiously said, "What are we doing? This is crazy! We are jumping out of a plane!" I didn't say anything; Trying to understand what she really meant. Although her message was simple, I had trouble following. I was ready, but can you be too ready?
To my excitement and anxiousness, I was the first to jump out. The door opened and there we went! 

It's funny how the human mind works. For about 5 seconds my brain was trying to categorize what I was feeling and couldn't quite find a file that fit the description. The best example I can give is the sensation of crashing deep down into a pool. You're breathless. The sounds, the feel, the speed... NOT what I expected.

The next thirty seconds or so of free-fall was exciting. I was flying; A feeling of success and pure joy.

Then the parachute gets pulled and for a while, the world around you changes. Everything gets bigger and weirdly, everything gets smaller too. Then that experience is over.
I would do it again in a second, but yet it feels like it was just a dream. "Did that really happen? It was so quick," I asked myself and then my sister. Only minutes out of one day that I had been waiting for for years, done. 
So what's the metaphor? I like to call it life. You can stay on the ground, you can even wait on the plane, but I think you might as well jump... JUMP!