Life on the Edge

 


    I enjoy living on the edge, both metaphorically and literally. In the picture above, it is quite literal as my feet were dangling above a great cliff. Was it risky? Yes. But was it worth it? Absolutely. The sky was complete overcast providing a crispness to the air and shelter from the sun. The trees below were gently swaying back and forth, and the birds were weaving in and out of them, singing their chirping songs. There was a vivid blue river winding through all of this billowing a low hum of rushing water. This was why it was worth the risk. Some of the most enjoyable things in life require a risk: learning to ride a bike comes with the risk of falling down, going on a date with a pretty lady comes with the risk of being rejected, and having a lovely house plant comes with the risk of them dying--which mine inevitably do. To experience life, you have to risk it first. 
    After leaving the cliff and the many thoughts I pondered on it, I strolled down to the base of the cliff to the river I saw from above. I was mesmerized by how blue the water was and had to take a closer look. Breathtaking, isn't it? I have never seen water so blue. I felt like I was standing in a crayon drawing some 3rd grader made since the colors were so bright. I view it as just another reason to take risks (because without the cliff I would not have found the river) and another display of God's incredible beauty. 

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