Out on the edge of change, where things are going by really fast – that is where I often hang.
The edge makes me pay attention. I get less distracted there.
But besides that, it’s addicting, the adrenalin I guess, and other chemicals. I can feel them. I can pay close attention to the finest details when I am on the edge, because that is the purpose of a person out there – to beware. It’s for protection, but therein lie the most beautiful and delicate sensations. They are simply delightful to pay attention to.
So I guess life becomes wonderful and dangerous in the same moment, which I think of not so much as time but as space. Some people like to skydive or scuba dive, or ski fast, or heave themselves into the air. Not me – never. Not even go fast in a car and barely will I get on an airplane.
But give me that edge of change, where constant shifts are giving the appearance that there is no solidity, where sustainablitiy means adaptation, where I have to dance to discover the ground under my moving feet.