What is risk? Jumping from a cliff? Surfing on a tide? Walking on a rope? Or hitting a gang of goons, knowing that you’re too weak to overpower them? All of this is risky, that’s right. But is this risk? The real risk?
If we jump off a cliff, we might break our bones. But if we don’t, will we ever rise while we fall? If we surf on a tide, we might be lost in an ocean. But if we don’t, will we ever find our- self? If we walk on a rope, we might fall on our face. But if we don’t, will we ever stand on our feet? If we take on a gang of goons, we might get stabbed. But if we don’t, will we ever heal? And if we die- in all the cases or maybe in none of them, if we die, will we be alive to do any of this again?
“We tiptoe through life only to arrive safely at death.”
Risk is not a dangerous action which might cost us our life but it is the inaction which might not let us live. What is a life worthy of if we do not live it?
Inaction is the risk, which if taken, would decay our lives.