What is it to risk?
Is it reckless, wise? Brave? Foolish?
I believe in thought, consideration, planning. I'm pretty miserable when it comes to being spontaneous. Yet, I have started to find that being too careful can sometimes lead to loss, too. Lost chances, one moment in life opportunities.
Our smallest choices can have the most unimaginable effects on the world. Choosing to hold the muni door for someone might get one person to work on time and another to be late. Of course, I personally think that good intentions in our choices regarding the lives of others tend to lead to good things. But what about when it comes down to your own life?
The risk of rejection, of loss, of pain, of hurting another, of guilt - these are all terribly overwhelming in facing choices of career, moving cities, love, education, family life, and so on. They certainly should be carefully considered.
But sometimes there isn't going to be a right answer before the choice is made. And then it's like having a cherry-red Mustang convertible in the garage and never taking it for a ride.
Life is about the journey. It's about making the choices, taking the risks, and growing through both the successes and the failures. If we don't risk, we risk never making the best choice.
