They called him many names: adrenaline junkie, thrill seeker, crazy, amongst many others. It didn’t bother him none, he never cared for what people thought anyways. He had done plenty of daredevil stunts in his lifetime: bungee jumping, skydiving, swimming with sharks, cliff climbing with no safety gear. He had done it all, and then some. He was always looking, always searching for the next big thing to do, to push his mind and body to the limit. It thrilled him. He would feel the most alive after every close encounter with death. Death had come knocking a couple of times, but he had escaped relatively unscathed.
They called him many names: irresponsible, reckless, foolhardy, amongst many others. But that was because they were secretly in awe of him: he was the only one who could do all the things he did, and the only one who lived the life he wanted to live. He truly LIVED.