“Come to the edge,” he said.“We can’t, we’re afraid!” they responded.“Come to the edge,” he said.“We can’t, We will fall!” they responded.“Come to the edge,” he said.And so they came.And he pushed them.And they flew.”
– Guillaume Apollinaire
This is what I do for my living.
I invite people and businesses to come to the edge of what they believe they’re capable of so they can ultimately fly even further.
And on this journey of life, there’s always another edge.
We never arrive.
Which poem, song or piece of art represents what you do?
It’s good to be reminded.