Livin' on the Edge

I want to do so much with my life.. see new places, meet new people, learn about other cultures, travel the world, carry around a zest for life which lies thumping in my chest like a heartbeat. We are bound by our circumstances most often, unable to do the things the heart desires. We then grow to live in impatience, losing faith in the things that move us the most. Over time, one learns to give in, fit in well, be part of the groove and forget the spunk and crazy and settle for less.

Sometimes I feel myself soar in leaps and bounds but at other times I am afraid to let myself to do so. I used to be a pretty dreamy, unrestrained person.. I lately realize how inwardly quiet I have become. The kind of person who knocks off all the irregular edges because irregular edges have hurt more than helped. Now the edges are straightened and what have I become? I yearn for that lust for life feeling again. I feel it still exists in me, albeit in a much more faded fashion.

Today I read about a guy who balances on cliffs and edges.. he literally lives his life on the edge. The guy embraces risk and has overcome his fear of falling off the edge. I yearn for such an exhilaration. I yearn for the next big turning point which will put me in a place where I can be challenged.