Adrenaline as Architecture

Although this did give a better shot, the truth is closer to this: hanging out of a truck at 50 miles an hour was just flat-out FUN. No harness. No backup plan. No cares. It wasn’t just ignoring risk, it was staring it down and making it blink first. There was something about that dance between life and death, the place that terrifies most (sane) people. For me, it was where everything finally went quiet. Where I could feel a sense of calm. Where I could finally actually breathe.

Adrenaline is now aging into wisdom, and that uncontrollable lust for life is gently expanding into loving life without having to dare death to feel it.

Against the odds, I’ve lived long enough to understand what that edge was really teaching me: it wasn’t the risk that I wanted. It was the relief.

Now fnding that within myself instead of on the bleeding edge makes me eager to see what comes of the next chapter in my life. Ironically, life gets both harder and better with age.