Here’s a poem that I thought appropriate as we make those determinations of risk:
William Arthur Ward on “Risk”
To laugh is to risk appearing a fool
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental
To reach out for another is to risk involvement
To expose your feelings is to risk exposing your true self
To place your ideas and your dreams before a crowd is to risk embarrassment
To love is to risk not being loved in return
To live is to risk dying
To hope is to risk despair
To try is to risk failure
But risks must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing at all
The person who risks nothing does nothing, has nothing, and is nothing, and may avoid suffering and sorrow, but they cannot learn, feel, change, grow, love, or live
Chained by their certitudes, they are slaves
They have forfeited their freedom
Only a person who risks is free
border line: if you cant live your life the way you ought to, what is your purpose? ask yourself how much of a free person you are?
Amazing poem!!! And what is more amazing is that not a single comment on this. I recently stumbled on ur blog n love it totally. You have def grown from when u started blogging to now….keep it up 🙂
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I don't know. You strive to live but you've forgotten who you are.
It's like there are too many cooks in the kitchen.
Do you just take a leap of faith and pray to God it works?