All it would have taken was one good gust of wind to take me off that thing. It was literally everything I could do not to have a panic attack. I do shit like that all of the time though, you only live once. I almost turned around when I was about 20 feet from the top and I would have hated myself if I hadn't continued.
Isn't YOLO just an overused excuse to endanger your life?
I personally look at it pragmatically. Why not enjoy life with a bunch of little-medium things rather than one big thing that could topple the first domino?
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