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A Safe Risk?
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A Safe Risk? I’m not too old to die too young. (Have I posted this before? I don't know, I found it in an old file while I was looking for something else. I wrote it for this blog, but I am not sure if I ever posted it. Different people reading now anyway.) But life teaches you to play too safe – probably most of us can trace it back to one or two key moments. And because of you I never stray too far from the sidewalk, I learned to play on the safe side so I don’t get burnt. But it is too easy to say “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger;” or “you regret the things you didn’t do much more than what you did.” I’ve mentioned before how wrong I think those statements are. (Though they do make good song lyrics. ) But life has a funny way of catching you out, so that over time you tend to learn a few things that help to keep you safer. You learn not to turn that pipe connecter just one quarter turn more, not to take that corner just an exciting fraction too fast, not to look that extra second too long into the swirling sea of her blue eyes……You learn not to make that prank call. On the other hand the risks you take when you are young make you what you are. If you make it. Those who are young today; they’ll learn much more than I’ll ever know. And I envy them their perfect soft skin, the curves that will fit so warm together, the firm muscle tone their eyes will linger over. When, like last night, I dream I am lying in bed with a beautiful woman, I always seem to be some kind of perfectly mature but still young age. Her breasts are firm and rounded, my arms are strong and muscular, my cock throbs long and hard inside her. And I have the nerve to take the risk that being with her will change everything for ever. You wake in a strange bed in an unfamiliar part of town. Maybe you dress in the same clothes as the day before and struggle in to work, getting through the day in a haze of blurry expectations, your old life left behind in one snap late night decision, a new one stretching out in a direction you never anticipated. But you throw yourself into it without looking back. At least not too much. But only when you’re young. Life may look like a tough school when seen from the start of term. But looking back it seems more like a holiday, which started with lazing on the beach and drinking too much, and ends with trying to cram everything you wanted to do into the last two days and wondering how the time went by so fast. I know one day I will still be looking back at where I am now, with so much still ahead, (I hope,) wishing I had made more of the time I had. Imagine yourself in the future, looking back at what you did. Reading these pages with a sense of déjà vu and wondering what would have been different if you had just……found a safe way to take a risk. |
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Reading this again for myself, I wonder how much I have changed. I don't regret growing up. I only take safe risks now, and I don't regret that either, but something that helped make me into Dreamer has been lost in the growing up, it is gone, and I can't see myself letting it come back without taking too big a risk.
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12/6/2018 10:30 am |
Reading this again for myself, I wonder how much I have changed. I don't regret growing up. I only take safe risks now, and I don't regret that either, but something that helped make me into Dreamer has been lost in the growing up, it is gone, and I can't see myself letting it come back without taking too big a risk.
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reminds me of a saying- If you can't run with the big dogs- stay on the porch
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Sometimes the risk saps you of the remainder of what could be (Virtual Symposium Group) use Virtual Symposium Group
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Interesting...kind of reminds me of the "waiting for something" feeling of my last post. I think it was my last post. (Been a while since I went to my own blog!) But I think you said it better. I always seem to be waiting for the right moment that will magically make THE thing I want to do easier to do. Then I think that I can't wait for the right time; I have to make the time right. Maybe this is why I like accounting...inherently risk-averse. Lol. I hope I don't regret too much at the end!
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Interesting...kind of reminds me of the "waiting for something" feeling of my last post. I think it was my last post. (Been a while since I went to my own blog!) But I think you said it better. I always seem to be waiting for the right moment that will magically make THE thing I want to do easier to do. Then I think that I can't wait for the right time; I have to make the time right. Maybe this is why I like accounting...inherently risk-averse. Lol. I hope I don't regret too much at the end! I know what you mean about always waiting for the "right time," and I wonder if, when we feel that happening, it is because really we are making up excuses for ourselves - there is never going to be a "right time" which makes it easier to do, because it is something which is intrinsically hard for us to do. So in those circumstances, if you really want it to happen, you have to take steps!
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Sometimes the risk saps you of the remainder of what could be
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