<p>There are so many ways to tell this story,</p><p>But today, I’m calling out my 9-to-5ers —yes, you!
</p><p>You, the master of last-minute miracles, the adrenaline junkie who swears they hate pressure, yet somehow, pressure is the only way you function. You see, I didn’t even realize it at first. But slowly, like a bad habit or Jollof rice at a party.</p><p>I had developed a taste for chaos, I had told myself, "I work best under pressure." but my brain didn't get the memo, I don't think it's a gift, it’s a condition, I might be wrong who knows.</p><p>Let me paint you a scenario:
</p><p>Ever met those people who wait till the last minute? Not because they’re busy, oh no, but because somehow, they like the thrill. Well, Caught a friend of mine three times this week—busted.</p><p>First, a sluggish prep for an interview—dragging his feet, until the dying minute when he became a beast. Second, a contest—ignored till the deadline, then suddenly, he was the lord of the rings. Third, a sales activation plan for a friend he had slept on it until the clock screamed at him, and then boom! Genius mode activated.</p><p>It hit me—this is not new, we’ve been trained for this, remember waiting till Monday morning, to wash and iron school uniforms—at 6:59 AM? Writing assignments during morning devotion? Reading an entire semester’s work in two days? See ehn, this is not "go hard or go home." This is living on the edge—and we? We have perfected it.</p><p>Funny? Maybe.
</p><p>Dangerous? Definitely.</p><p>But here we are, sipping stress like fine wine.
</p><p>Maybe it’s time we detox.
</p><p>Or maybe… just maybe…
</p><p>We love the chaos a little too much.</p><p>Well as for me, I left the party a long time ago to return no more.</p><p>
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Living on the Edge
By
Godwin Erite