The Edge

He said,
"Come to the edge."
I said,
"I can't. I'm afraid."
He said,
"Come to the edge."
I said,
"I can't, I'll fall off."
He said, finally,
"Come to the edge."

And I came to the edge. And he pushed me. And I flew.

-Guillaume Apollinaire (1880-1918)


I really love this quote. I have a great print of it on my bulletin board in my office. I'm finding my eyes lingering on it more often lately. Everything inside me is saying "Come to the edge." I've been afraid and stuck for so long, I feel I might sooner die of fear than of falling.

I've decided to go back to school next semester. I'm nervous. I'm excited. I'm ready to move into something new. Actually, I should say that I'm ready to get back into what I love and what makes me come alive. Learning, art, design, having clear goals. I'm ready to get back into that culture. I've been trapped in the static for the past few years, and I'm finally getting some clarity.

Anyway, I'm really in the mood to ride a ferris wheel. Or watch Jaws. Hmmm.