A soft life

I forget sometimes. I live in my little corporate world. In my little comfortable life. I forget that there are places not too far from me that are closer to the margins. That there are people living closer to the edge. That really. This corporate bullshit is meaningless.

I know better. There is a edge to the world. And I once danced on it. Not because I had to. But because I wanted to. I traded that life. I’d do it again. I’d trade the life I have for the right reasons.

But I need to remember. There are dark places in the world. I’ve seen a few. Caused a few.

This soft life. It’s just not that important. A means to an end.

I’d trade it in a heartbeat for one more chance.

But that old me, he’s gone too. Who I am now will have to be enough.