Personal Narrative- Living Life on the Edge :: Personal Perspective

Personal Narrative- Living Life on the EdgeHeart racing, palms clammy, stuttering with nervousness. All things that unremarkably dont describe ones favorite thing in the world, however in my case those are the common symptoms for my favorite focussing to relax in the world, adrenaline rushes. Anything that puts you so close to death you could touch it, but still hang on to a thread of life to punch yourself back up with. It sounds immature and irresponsible, I know, but dont judge until youve tried, and I could never describe the rush and the complete whole, peaceful put forward of meditation adrenaline rushes put me in that makes all the danger in the world entirely worth it.It was late afternoon in early July and the approximately clear day ever conceived. I spent most of the day hiking on a mountain in North Carolina, surprisingly not eliminate all that bad, but growing impatient of when paradise would place itself in front of me as promised. Every time I asked I got a clon e answer soon. Alright soon but define soon, soon could mean different things right? Wrong Right as the last breathing time of my question left my mouth it fell in front of me , Paradise. Well, the middle of nowhere to be exact, but paradise all the same. It was the side of the mountain where a long cliff jetted out. Being the little daredevil I am I had to see more. I climbed down off the side of the mountain on to the ledge and walked to the very edge. As I walked further out it narrowed to a one foot across point. I sat down and dangled my feet and where soil was below me there was this little hidden beach with crystal blue water. Not a single footprint in the white sand with a soft flowing waterfall of clear water and soft gray rocks strategically placed to make up a true paradise. It was the most impressive sight ever. It was truly the closest thing to heaven I had ever seen. I have been told that nothing is perfect, well obviously whomever said that had never been here. As I sat there with my feet dangling the pit of my stomach dropped.