When I'm not penning verses about the thrill of the unknown, I'm chasing it, one leap, dive, or flight at a time. From the silent depths of scuba diving to the sky-high freedom of piloting my own aircraft, adventure isn't just a hobby; it's a heartbeat. Whether it's trekking rugged trails, skydiving through clouds, bungee jumping off cliffs, or pounding the pavement as a marathoner, I live for the moments that stretch the soul and shrink the ego. This poem is a reflection of that yearning, a tribute to the wild, the bold, and the beautifully unpredictable.
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