On a weekend like any other we thought it would be great to go jump right into a Swiss canyon. Having psyched ourselves up for weeks watching the videos of other jumpers on Youtube, we are now finally able to say 'been there, done that.' Strangely, the scariest point in the jump is not when you actually are about to leap off, but when it is your turn next in line.
I suppose it must be the same before death. All your life you hear of people going, and when you get old and your friends begin to croak one by one, you fear your time. But when it comes, it comes. No tears, no regrets. Too late for all of that.