The thrill of chasing butterflies
Youth have their say
THERE'S something unique about the adrenalin rush you get when you think you’ve fallen to your death, but you’re somehow still going.
It is within these short seconds that you decide to either never come here again, or to never stop coming here.
Confession: I am an adrenaline junkie. Not only for the kind you get when you perform a cool stunt on your board or bike without falling, or when you jump out of an aeroplane and pray your parachute works. I am an adrenaline junkie for climbing up mountains just to race down them again, for studying for tests just to forget everything the next day, for making friends and being kind even though I know they’ll leave my life eventually.
I am an adrenaline junkie for the rise and fall of life.
Life is a beautiful adventure with an unknown motivation to an anonymous location.
It's frustrating and painful at times, when you have to cross muddy streams or it gets cold, or sometimes just because - but that’s just part of the sport, as it is with everything.
The magic lies simply in how everything seems to turn out okay: the wounds heal, the storms pass, and the lost get back on track somehow.
We are all merely kids chasing butterflies, and sometimes our butterflies lead us down hills, or up steep cliffs, or over waterfalls.
The butterflies will go away, but the
fulfillment lies simply in the journey.
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