This one’s overdue.
In March of this year, I was in Cape Town. A couple of my friends had called me up to let me know they were going skydiving. This was something I had wanted to do for a while but the date did not fit into my schedule. I was surprised at the fact that I wasn’t antsy about it not fitting into my schedule. A weird sense of calm had overtaken me. If it was meant to be , it would be.
Funny enough, they weren’t able to go that week because of the weather conditions and had re-scheduled for the following week and had even booked me a spot. I smiled..maybe it was meant to be. They picked me up that Saturday and we drove about an hour out. Being about ten minutes away from the place – we received a phone call from them saying the weather conditions in that area were not suitable for the dive. Once again, I just looked out my window and figured : If it was meant to be – it would. My friends were pretty determined and searched up other companies close by. Sure enough, they found one half an hour further and booked our six spots.
I don’t know why but I wasn’t even scared. Before I went scuba diving, I was pretty sure I was about to die. Before I climbed Kili, I was getting serious cold feet but jumping out of a plane..just didn’t scare me and I couldn’t figure out why.
We arrived and got explained everything. I saw a guy wearing a T-shirt that said “Siyashova” on it. I had read about 3 guys who had biked from Cape Town to Cairo and figured this guy supported their cause and I asked him about it. He was actually one of the 3 who had biked from one end of Africa to the other – Mad Respect Ria!
We all got ready and I walked into the plane. It was a small plane that fit 6 people in. We flew up into the skies and had the beautiful Capetonian scenery surround us. I was totally mesmerized by it …but still no fear. Maybe, it was the fact that I was going as a tandem jump – attached to a professional. But still, I figured if the parachute doesn’t open – it doesn’t open.
Even as we forced ourselves outside the airplane , it was exhilarating – but no fear. Even when we were falling…I was watching the ground as it got closer and closer but I was not afraid. It scared me a little how calm I was about it all. I wondered what was wrong with me. But in hindsight, I think I had faith. Faith that it was going to be ok.
That day, I chose to jump out of a plane. Sometimes, we are forced to jump in life. We don’t know what awaits us a lot of the time. We scramble for a rope,for some kind of control , maybe even a constant. Yet, we are not always given that constant and scrambling for it leads to anger, resentment, and even rage. Jumping and being at peace are a difficult combination. But it is necessary. It reminds me of an Arabic term : “Tawakkul”. Roughly defined – it means having full faith in God and his plan. I’m not saying, sit and do nothing. I’m saying, try your hardest to get to where you want but sometimes things ARE out of your control. Know that you tried your best. If it is meant to be – it shall be. And if it’s not meant to be – it shall not be. Maybe something better is waiting!
When you are forced to make that jump, try and ENJOY the Freefall, however insane it may seem.