Challenges
The razor's edge is where I usually find myself. A thin surface upon which I'm precariously perched, juggling school, social life, and what remnants I have of a family. Fear of heights? No, but I am afraid of falling. Some people aren't afraid of falling since they have a huge safety net under them. A family home to go back to, parents to support them if their job fires them, and a local store that'll hire them whenever. My razor is placed over the deepest canyon, with no net. Like the Flying Wallendas, falling to their deaths from the tiny wire strapped between skyscrapers or the Niagara Falls, I only have one real chance to do this right. I'm not doing any fancy work, increasing my failure rate, I'm walking it with all the experience given to me from all of my life. I never know how long it actually is, so I'm careful with every step.