Bungee

A vision of bungee jumping is recurring. Imagine, you are jumping down a cliff, you pierce through clouds of mist scattered around, wind rushing up your body. It's strange though, wat's a vision of joy and thrill for one is the vision of death for another. In the other case, wind pierces your body, the sun won't be shining. The difference is just a rope, small things can make such a difference.

P.S. This is just stuff coming into my head, I am not presenting my own philosophy or anything, I just have the craving to write sometimes, and weird stuff comes to my head.