Apr 18 2009
Weekend Philosophy: A Poem of Chances
Nothing ventured, nothing gained. The chances not taken are also missed. But do people mean these words?
Below is a poem by an unknown author entitled “Risk.” Is the poet’s assumption correct?
“RISK”
Author unknown
To laugh is to risk appearing the fool.
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.
To reach out to others is to risk involvement.
To expose feelings is to risk exposing your true self.
To place your ideas, your dreams before a crowd is to risk their loss.
To love is to risk not being loved in return.
To live is to risk dying.
To hope is to risk despair.
To try is to risk failure.
But risks must be taken,
because the greatest hazard in life is to do nothing.
The person who risks nothing,
does nothing, has nothing, and is nothing.
They may avoid suffering and sorrow,
but they cannot learn, feel, change, grow, love, live.
Chained by their attitudes, they are a slave,
they forfeited their freedom.
Only the person who risks can be free.
Source: iamthewitness.com
Wax it, and risk it.
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