What are the edges?

You were created to chase, to hunt, to live on the edges.

But beware of the Plastic People. They’ll call you inside, where it’s safe, then choke you with the status quo. You and I must resist. We must embrace our pilgrim status, open our eyes, and walk further into the unknown than we ever thought we could.

Life is not some relational or cultural monolith. It’s a kaleidoscope of activity, desires, passions, failures, interests, and relationships. You and I do not live in a digital world. We live out there, on the edges, where life's wildness meets its beauty.

Much can be said for edges. You and I live on the edges, where life churns in a kaleidoscope of activity, desires, passions, failures, interests, and relationships. My life connects with my brother’s, with my friend’s, my colleague’s. I often hear people call these connections—or are they collisions?—a beautiful mess.

I like to call these connections “the edges.”

I don’t see messiness, per se.

I don’t see chaos—well, not in a primordial way.

I see a collision of worlds, diverse, unique, filled with mystery, touched with delight, and tinged with sadness. Like you, I spend my entire life trying to get beyond these edges and into the lives of the people I love. I call this “getting to know someone,” or “building friendships,” or “falling in love.” Is that what you call it, too? I feel an unmistakable force that pulls me out of my comfortable places and into the worlds of other human beings. I love the edges, even as I suffer through them.

Let’s make a mental note, shall we?

Edges are good, and the more we walk to the edges, into the edges, and beyond the edges, the more of this beautiful life we’ll experience, understand, and know.