The floor gently swaying below me. The soft spin of the ropes holding me from falling, the swing of the world around me as I fly. A spinning world, a choice to fight or to accept. The right to embrace the world that I see at the moment, or to insist on the world being what I have known all my life. The options to experience being human in an entirely new way, the freedom to leave my presconseptions behind in my skin.

Life is so much simpler if you're willing to accept every moment for it's beauty, to embrace it's discomfort as a beauty within itself.