A peculiar conversation with a talkative reflection in a mirror.

When I was growing up, I was on the edge.
When I decided to leave the comfort and security of my home and family to see the world, I was on the edge.
When I was getting divorced, I was on the edge.
As I'm writing this, I face the edge.
For every added experience, good or bad, I've obtained while being on the edge, then going beyond.

When are we, as humans, ever a toe away from the edge?
A breath away from next?
Doubting to move forward or choosing to step back?
To approach the starting line or wait another day? Knowing dam well that the starting line will be there when you wake up.

After you're finished crying.
Opening the door to your office on a Thursday morning.
When you push the send button to a message to a man, agreeing to meet him for drinks in the evening. Are you good enough for him? Will he be please with your appearance? Is he just looking for sex?

The edge forever exist. Like air.
 

Edge has various meanings. All which strike a bit of fear in my being.
Outside the area of something.
The sharpen side of a knife.
The border.

I think there is an implication of some sort of discomfort in either of the meanings. Whether to step outside the area your currently stable in,
to possibly get cut,
to boldly go where you have never been before.

The common expression, "living of the edge" is amazing and exciting for some.
To others it could be to live without sufficient income.  Insufficient something. Knowledge, companionship, health, etc. You name it.
For me, the meaning of life.

I will happily die in search of the meaning of life.
I am well aware that will not find it.
The excitement comes in the hesitation of going past the edge.

-The ghost of you-

Are you nervous? Go ahead with your eyes closed.
Are you half hearted? I will shove you over the line.
Are you skeptical of the percentage of success? That it isn't leaning in your direction. I will mock you for not jumping.
Are you convinced that he will marry you? Guaranteed the will not cheat? Unquestionable that he is Mr. Right?
I will suppress and detain you and say don't do it!

How does the edge look?

Take a long gaze into any mirror.

When are we, as humans, ever a toe away from the edge?