Monday, August 2, 2010
It seems as if life is simply one big risk. Really, everything we do is a risk. When I drive somewhere I risk wrecking. When I straighten my hair by the sink I risk being electrocuted. When I am honest (or lie) we risk hurting other people. Then there are the risks such as falling in love or putting yourself "out there." It is amazing how nothing in life is certain. There is a quote that I really enjoy that says something to the extent of, "The greatest risk in life is not to take risks." Although I really do love that quote, I don't understand how we cannot not take risks. Yet, risks come is sizes. You could rate them on a scale from one to ten. Straightening my hair is probably a one while dropping out of school would be a seven or eight. But then, what type of risk constitutes a ten. I thought about "single" people issues such as telling a boy you like him, but then I thought, that'd only be a three or four on the risk scale. Sure, it's an emotional risk, but what's the worse that can happen? Exactly, you don't end up with him and you soon find another boy to like. So, if taking risks (and I should specify moral ones) defines an individual to point and is what life is all about, I am curious what a ten would be. I love adrenaline rushes! I even went skydiving last year, but I don't think that would even be a ten. One thought crossed my mind that having the courage to face each new day could be a ten. Life is hard. I think everyone has wanted to give up at some point. You know, when you get to the point where you dread the next day because things could always get worse, but you also look forward to it because it could be a turning point where everything begins to get better. I don't know if I am making any sense to ya'll or myself. I honestly want to live everyday to the fullest, but it seems like in order to do that I have to take bigger risks. It is hard to figure out what type of risks I want to take. I really don't mind the physical risks. The emotional risks are what will get me.