Point blank

From the moment go I kept firing at the flying target. When the barrels got empty I kept reloading without a care in the world. The sound boomed even against the ear muffs and I didn't hear the instructor telling me to relax. Even when the rifle started to get heavy I kept at it. The recoil of the shots that kept pounding against my shoulder only made it feel more satisfying although I am now paying for it. So this is it, every anger, every annoyance, every sense of injustice came out in a torrent of firepower and when I was done, the empty shells which lay scattered at my feet were testament that I have left them all behind.

That's not nearly enough though. Next up, the bungee jump. There's no way to turn back now... it's all booked and paid or rather signed, sealed and delivered. I would have done it this weekend if only it wasn't too windy that they had to cancel the jump-off. There is a reason for all this and not a simple whim to challenge my mortality. I have no words to offer an explanation but it is enough for me to know that it makes the most beautiful of all sense that we do all these things.