The Edge

We should aim to live life on the edge shouldn’t we? There’s something alluring about it. The space that is not comfortable, but is so much more interesting than the mundane.

The Edge of Melbourne

Out on the Eastern Edge of the suburbs is a hill. From here, you can see forever; or at least all the way to the tall buildings of the inner city. There is no one else here. I am alone in the world, surrounded only by rocks, grass and trees. Alone, separate from everyone else in this city, now in my own world.

This is life on the edge.

This is what we mean. Life on the edge does not need to be dangerous, or scary. But it does need to be yours.

Here on the edge of the city, my life is my own.

To get here I needed to trek up a steep slope. And on slopes like that, your thoughts turn to nothing. Your minds empties. And your world widens.

And then the world widens too, as a city reveals itself right beneath your feet. Trees, fields and then endless suburbs leading towards those tall buildings.

The sun warms you, as much as a Sun can in deep winter. But the air is clear, and so breathable.

Here on the edge.

It’s Poetry.

Life on the Edge.