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+categories = ["life", "poetic", "me"]
+date = "2018-07-07"
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+title = "Chasing the Edge"
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+The Edge is that which lights. That which sets the blood pumping. That which sparks the soul.
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+The Edge is the edge between life and death.
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+Chasing the Edge leads to the Rush.
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+The Rush is the fire lit from the Edge. The thump of heart pumping at the Edge. The blaze of soul sparked at the Edge.
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+The Rush is adrenaline, nothing more — nothing less.
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+It is also the only way I know how to *Live*.
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+I don’t know how to feel other than the Rush. All I have is the Edge.
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+The Edge makes me feel alive. Always have…always will…
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+Of course, the thing about the Edge is it has to be dangerous. Else it wouldn’t *be *the Edge!
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+Chasing the Rush is just like chasing the wind. Exciting, but ultimately futile. Each time it hits just a little less. Boosts just a little less. So I push closer to the Edge. One step, one step at a time. Chasing leaves on the breeze, head wired upwards. Couldn’t see the cliff coming up if I wanted to.
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+Addiction.
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+Addiction and…craving.
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+I cannot feel satisfaction. Even at the Edge, there is no satisfaction. Always demand for MORE, MORE, *MORE*. Ever greater hits, ever greater heights.
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+Sooner or later, it’ll kill me. Maybe then it’ll be satisfied. The Edge will have drawn the blood it demands. Maybe then *I’ll* be satisfied.
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+Originally published [on Medium](https://medium.com/frenetic-scribblings/chasing-the-edge-b473b3efd3e2)