“I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can’t see from the center.”
– Kurt Vonnegut
I wonder sometimes how close to the edge I can really get, where I can take risks and where I need to crawl back to the safety of the middle.
Where do I teach my children to stand, and where do they naturally gravitate towards?
So different from when I was a kid.
I wonder how to live life close to the edge without falling off. Tipping over. Or tripping into the abyss.
I wonder what would happen if I took one. step. closer.
Who would follow me?
Could I balance like this, on the railing of life, arms wide open? At my age?
I wonder if this is something only a 13-year-old boy could do. Would do.
Life has a funny way of showing us.
Right now I think I’m cruising along in the fast lane.
Straddling the center median at times.
Like a bumper car, hurtling back to the middle at one moment, then flooring it back to the edge.
I am seeing all kinds of things I never saw from the center.
Out here on the edge.