(Transcription of a short speech I did for Toastmasters earlier this year)

A poem by Christopher Logue.

Come to the edge

Come to the edge.
We might fall.
Come to the edge.
It’s too high!
COME TO THE EDGE!
And they came,
and he pushed,
and they flew.

Living in our comfort zones is kind of nice.
But that’s not where life is.
Life is out there striving to reach new ground and new heights.
To crack the shell of who you are, to become something new.
The pain and fear will pass.
Beyond it is something new.
Come to the edge of who you are, and jump … or asked to be pushed.

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