The only thing to fear is fear itself. At least, that’s what people said. For a while I followed that code and for a while it worked. I saw my confidence as something that could grow forever. The more that I did, the more I felt I was capable of. As time went on people started to watch me do my stunts. The cheers that I heard from the crowd was invigorating. It didn’t take long for me to go professional, everyone was always interested to see what I would do next.
My doubts and fears disappeared quickly. People thought that I was as fearless as a lion and twice as proud. People saw what vehicles and ramps could really do and that attracted a lot of attention. People began to give everything to see me perform, and that only fueled my ambition.
My stunts only got bigger and bigger to get a cheer the likes of which I had never heard before. I became dependant on their applause. Their joy became a drug so addicting I could never let it go. That drive got me far in this world. Everyone wanted to see me and I was happy to oblige. I wanted the best and it was given to me. Money, power, lovers I had the best of it all. With people pining for my passion there was nothing I could not do. I was king of the world and nothing or nobody could ever take that away from me.
The stunts are still increasing in danger. I know that soon one of them will claim me, but what does it matter? I have survived countless tricks without so much as a scratch. I have aged, yet nobody can come close to my level of performance. Even my protégé pales in comparison to my greatness.
But still, I grow older. I am no longer as quick as I used to be. Even the simplest jumps are becoming a struggle. I should stop, no I need to stop this before I kill myself. Even so my addiction to attention says otherwise. Even though I am slowing down it only thirsts for more. Unfortunately, I listen to its cries. I continue to do more and more dangerous stunts. The gift of fearlessness becoming a curse as I no longer know the concept of danger.
I am performing when it finally happens. I reach the trick that kills me once and for all. I don’t know how it happened. One second I am racing up the ramp full speed, and the next I know I can’t reach the landing. My greed has lead me here and I hope it’s happy. I’ve spent my life amusing others rather than ensuring it’s a better place when I leave.
In this moment I’m scared. Funny, the one prized for fearlessness now terrified and uncertain at what happens next. I was so focused on making defying death so interesting for others I didn’t stop to consider what happens when it catches up with me. No longer do I belong here, the reaper has finally claimed me and I no longer stand a chance. My deal with greed has come to collect and I am the only thing of value it wants. My comfort around danger has brought me to the greatest highs, and now the time has come for the lowest lows. Farewell.