A wise man once said, "Why so serious?" I concur. I think life should be relaxing so I wholeheartedly agree.

Really, why so serious?

That said, I'm currently in the middle of free soloing up a mountain.

While I truly believe that life should be relaxing, I also believe that life is something that's full of contradictions. One such contradiction is me, right now, in the middle of free soloing up a mountain, which is the complete opposite of relaxing.

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If you ask me to explain myself, I don't really have much of a reason. It's just that, you can only be a potato for long, you know? I sort of felt like I needed to recharge so I picked up climbing as a hobby.

I guess it's something like easy living only has value in reference to hard times. Otherwise, it'd just be mindless decadence and you'd end up feeling aimless and depressed and stuff. You know what I always say; live easy--die hard.

Speaking of dying hard, that really stung. I feel a sharp pain in my hand. I'm confident I was just bitten by something that was living in the crevice I was holding onto. Not cool, bro.

Ahh... my arm is getting numb.

There goes my grip.

And now I'm falling.. Well, this sucks.

Fuck you, reptile thing that bit me. Actually, you're probably a snake.

Eat shit, Snake.

Well, I guess it's probably another 8 or 9 seconds before impact.

I'm know I seem relatively composed as I'm explaining all of this, but rest assured that I'm most definitely freaking the fuck out.

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[Splat]

At least, I assume I went splat. It could've just been a loud thump, actually. Honestly, I don't really know since I sort of, you know, died.