Focus on trying to fly
From Create Your Own Story
You believe you can fly. You approach your smelly apartment's window, open up the dusty, broken window and crouch on the windowsill.
You take a breath. "Here I go..." you softly speak to yourself.
You rush down twenty stories, and you've just noticed, you're fucked.
"FUCK MEEEEEE!" you shout, until...
SPLAT!
Blood spatters all over the ground, your bloody body included. Congrats, man.
