The Edge

My feeling doesn’t have a name, or if it does I am not aware of it. The only way I can describe it is by the places that fill me with this feeling. It is the feeling that I get when standing on the edge of things. The edge of the ocean. Where the waves roll as far as the eye can see. The edge of a cliff or high up place. Where I am closest to danger. The edge of a field. Where there is beauty so close. The edge of a fire. Where beauty and pain combine. The edge of a stage. Where people, one of God’s most terrifying creations, are watching me. The feeling is that of hope and awe and fear all at the same time. The rush of adrenaline that pumps through my veins. That is the feeling I live for. That feeling can only be felt on the edge of something. The most amazing parts of life are when I feel that feeling in relation to a decision or change or when thinking about the future. It shows me that I am on the edge of something, and the best is yet to come.