Some hide from death, clinging to their fragile mortal coil, unable to live by choosing to push on the boundaries of existence. While others chose to dance along the edge of infinity, throwing caution to the winds to feel the thrill of being alive. I knew the thrill of nearly dying many years ago, over and over again I felt it. It felt as if my soul caught in my throat each time. Now as I age, I fight against the inevitable with all I can muster, hoping to keep the candle burning bright long into the night. But sometimes, I still daydream of walking the tightrope again.
