13

Finally I got the guts. A man is a man and he should face his destiny. I stood up, walked firmly to the plane's door and, despite the turbulence, I said some last words to the guy beside me and jumped.

I never thought that one day I would become the coward I became now. If death comes to take me now, it is better. I feel the adrenaline pulsing, turning myself mad and I feel the difficulty of breathing in this strong wind, in the amazing speed of free fall. each moment of my life keeps walking in front my eyes like an awfully written book.

Thirty years. Thirty years old and there is nothing left to tell. Thirty years without any consolation prize, any moment worth of being lived, any remembrance worthy of remembering.

Thirty years, but the worst is gone. The worst is the action. The act of staring down facing the small world and jump knowing that everything in which we can now trust is a piece of cloth in my back. The worst is to act, while now it is enough doing nothing. It's enough not acting a silently contemplate the ground coming, each second bigger, so that all ends. There is not much time, but a decision must be made.