It felt amazing. Flying without a parachute. Free-diving. Spiralling. Losing my senses. Free as a bird, soaring on the wind. Yeah I jumped. Yeah it was the dumbest thing I’ve done in my life. But it was also the best.
I am not talking about the person you would die for. I am talking about to the person you would live for.
When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind