Shit happens & life goes on;

Dear Diary,

I think i'm addicted to dangerous situations. I reckon my brain knows i'll get hurt and an alarm goes off saying 'danger, danger' but i continue to go after it anyway. It's not really a particular situation, just everything in general. I really like the saying 'to love is to risk not being loved in return, to hope is to risk pain, to try is to risk failure but risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing' I guess all this risk taking is what triggers the alarms. But the alarm bells ringing are what keeps us feeling alive, without them life would be soundless and we all need to live on the edge.

You can spend hours, days, weeks, months or even years over analyzing the risks involving a particular situation, trying to put every piece together, justifying what could've, would've happened... or you can just forget about the risks, leave the pieces on the floor, realise that shit happens and move the fuck on.

You know what, we risk exposure for the sake of healing, and when its over, once the cut has been stitched up, you wait & hope that you'll heal and that in fact you haven't just made things worse. Without taking that risk, you would never be able to make a full recovery. Most people can't do this, they coud do extraordinary things if they have the confidence to take the risks. Yet most people don't. They sit on their ass and treat life as if it goes on forever. To me, to risk not living life is far worse than jumping off the edge and going too far.

Comments

[Kurt Henley]

wow that so relates to me, i over analyzing stuff to the shit house unfortunately.. cant help it,

[Clandestineness]

Thank you for the post, it immensely helps me with some circumstances in life.