Jumping Off

I always wondered what it felt like to jump off a cliff. I bet the experience would be mind blowing, as the wind whips around you and your body crashes into the awaiting sea below.

Yes, I mean freefalling and no, I do not have suicidal tendencies (my life is not yet that horrible.)

Though, as tempting as the call of the sea is and as much as I want to have my heart skip several beats due to the adrenaline rush, only one thing now poses a problem. This is quite embarrassing to admit, but me jumping off a cliff won’t happen anytime soon. Since, for one thing, I don’t know how to swim.

No, I didn’t lead a deprived childhood.

Like any other kid, I went to swimming classes. I did the drills; I swallowed litters of chlorinated water, I nearly drowned more than once and got allergies that left me red for days. But I still didn’t get a good grasp of staying afloat. With that in mind, I’d like to believe that I’m too smart for swimming; back then, I cared more about math than I did about drowning. (Which I know, is an extremely lame excuse.)

However, after attending the 1st Future Leaders Business Summit by Aboitiz, this all changed (No, they didn’t teach me how to swim!)

“Don’t be afraid to jump,” said Al Aboitiz in his talk on Management and Leadership.

This may sound suicidal on so many levels, yet so right at the same time. In what ever we do, if we are just fueled with passion and driven by desire then jumping off a cliff would be easy – proverbially speaking of course.

Now, I wont be jumping off the next cliff I see (or bridge for that matter), but after the summit I felt stuffed. Not because they treated us like Christmas turkeys and kept feeding us throughout the two day summit, but because of the valuable insights I’ve acquired from the various key note speakers – after all, it’s not everyday you get to sit right next to CEOs and place them in the hot seat.

Today, tomorrow or next week, I might just jump off a cliff. Just give me something to keep me afloat, and everything’s hunky-dory. Who cares if the orange life vest clashes with my attire, it’s the fact that I jumped that matters.

Okay, there’s the probability that beachcombers would be picking up washed up bits and pieces of me along the seashore after I painfully crash-land on the rocky planes of the cliff. But hey, that’s a risk I’m willing to take.

After all, I’m no longer afraid to jump. It’s time to take risks.

Now will you please hand me that life vest, I’m jumping. I’ll see you in the beckoning ocean.