The Parabum Life?
Mar 22, 2018 5:04:29 GMT -5
Post by markgraham on Mar 22, 2018 5:04:29 GMT -5
Hi,
Almost a year ago, I was set up...done, life planned out. I thought I was happy.
I sacrificed 4 years of my late teens to secure a cadetship in the media industry, but it worked out. I got my dream job in my dream career, and shit, I wasn't even 20!Then I discovered paragliding, it seemed innocent enough at the time. Looked like a fun thing to do on the weekends when I wasn't too busy. Always had an interest in aviation, but flying fixed wings and light aircraft never really seemed exposed enough, not really what I imagined flying would really be like.So, saved up, and headed off to do my license course.BIG MISTAKE...depending on how you look at it. You all know what that first flight feels like. That life changing moment your feet leave the ground silently and magically, leaving the world behind. Allowing you to forget about depts, bank loans, the 9-5 working week, and the big city life that the modern world would have us believe is the ultimate goal to life. You know, the two and a half kids, wife and urban house idea...that bunch of bullshit.My first step into thin air brought my idea of life crashing down pretty hard on my head. Here was a sport, no, scrap that, a way of living that didn't depend on deadlines, how flash your car is, what you earn a year, or wether you should work extra hard over christmas, just so you can be employee of the fucking month!Here was a way of life that somehow shut out all the mildly important things, and narrowed it down to the most important one..happiness.Humankinds oldest dream has always been the dream of flight. I am a firm believer in this. Personally there wasn't a moment I didn't dream of being able to touch clouds, soar like an eagle, simply by running off a hill. Achieving this means every flight is a euphoric feeling - a deep sense of happiness that I have never felt before.When my license course ended, I knew right then, that nothing else would be the same....I was, if you ask my boss, damaged...if you asked me, I would tell you I was freed, that magical week last year.The only problem, this freedom became negative.Simple reason, once we start to integrate ourself into the modern, 1st world city life, its hard to escape. Its hard to break free of the system that traps you in so subtly.
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Almost a year ago, I was set up...done, life planned out. I thought I was happy.
I sacrificed 4 years of my late teens to secure a cadetship in the media industry, but it worked out. I got my dream job in my dream career, and shit, I wasn't even 20!Then I discovered paragliding, it seemed innocent enough at the time. Looked like a fun thing to do on the weekends when I wasn't too busy. Always had an interest in aviation, but flying fixed wings and light aircraft never really seemed exposed enough, not really what I imagined flying would really be like.So, saved up, and headed off to do my license course.BIG MISTAKE...depending on how you look at it. You all know what that first flight feels like. That life changing moment your feet leave the ground silently and magically, leaving the world behind. Allowing you to forget about depts, bank loans, the 9-5 working week, and the big city life that the modern world would have us believe is the ultimate goal to life. You know, the two and a half kids, wife and urban house idea...that bunch of bullshit.My first step into thin air brought my idea of life crashing down pretty hard on my head. Here was a sport, no, scrap that, a way of living that didn't depend on deadlines, how flash your car is, what you earn a year, or wether you should work extra hard over christmas, just so you can be employee of the fucking month!Here was a way of life that somehow shut out all the mildly important things, and narrowed it down to the most important one..happiness.Humankinds oldest dream has always been the dream of flight. I am a firm believer in this. Personally there wasn't a moment I didn't dream of being able to touch clouds, soar like an eagle, simply by running off a hill. Achieving this means every flight is a euphoric feeling - a deep sense of happiness that I have never felt before.When my license course ended, I knew right then, that nothing else would be the same....I was, if you ask my boss, damaged...if you asked me, I would tell you I was freed, that magical week last year.The only problem, this freedom became negative.Simple reason, once we start to integrate ourself into the modern, 1st world city life, its hard to escape. Its hard to break free of the system that traps you in so subtly.
For More You Can Check:
medical animated video