Saturday, April 07, 2007

Risk



I have had moments like this. Times when I looked over the edge and hesitated. Sometimes my pause to reflect future consequences turned to grudging but logical refusal. While hesitation often saves me from myself, it also leaves a nagging "I shoulda gone for it" feeling behind. Wisps of regret that creep back when I face that next big plunge.




When I look back at the choices of my life, I realize that more often than not, I did go for it. Some worked out. Some did not. Some were just time wasted. Some left me wasted.

The one thing I do know is the chances I have taken fleshed out what would have been a damn boring existence otherwise. I could never imagine a life with no risks. Taking risks feeds life into me. There is no moment when I am more alive than that millisecond before I jump from the cliff.

3 comments:

A Midnight Rider said...

I am with that group behind the goal. It's called "The Fort". I guess our behavior is considered anti-social by some. But not the team.

Many of us travel to games and we usually stay in the same hotel as the team. Lots of perks with that.

Last year at the DC game I had drinks with Eric Wynalda, Bruce Arena and Brandi Chastine.

A Midnight Rider said...

The above is in ref to the New England Revolution.

Apertome said...

I know what you mean, and unless the risk is just too high, it's usually worth going for it. Sometimes, I won't do something and wish I had, but the reverse almost never happens.