There have been many risks I have taken in my life and sometimes it has left me with bruises. I thought I had come to the point in my life where I needed to be less of a risk taker. It is conventional wisdom, the world tells you, as you reach a certain age. Well, screw the world.
The hardest risks are not the ones made with the mind or with the body but with the ones made with the heart. I have been fortunate that I have enjoyed some of the most wonderful heart experiences of life even if they did not last like I had hoped. They were not made of the tragedy that threads through literature or on a Greek amphitheater. They are simply part of life. Yes, wonderful at their highest points and painful at their ends, but still beautiful in retrospect.
I thought my life was closed to such possibilities and such risks. Maybe, I did not want to be presented with such a choice so soon. However, it is there. I am abandoning myself to the risk and going for it. My heart is leading me there. It goes stronger every day and I cannot escape it.
I am at another beginning. I can feel it and yet I cannot see the future clearly. My heart has its vision and I use that as my compass.
Risk taking is truly about living life…no matter your age. Love finds you. Then you must go for it.