Taking a risk….
We have been taught that one of two things can occur from such an action:
Something bad, with an unfavorable outcome..
Something magnificent, soul empowering and life-affirming.
So what happens when you take a risk and both occur?
Would it be a mutant? An “X-Men” of risks?
A grey area that few talk about or like to admit to?
Or is risking something of ourself….of our life, always going to have both outcomes?
You know what. That’s what I believe. Because at the end of the day, when we take a risk and our dreams come true, we forget to admit that even the magnificent is finite.
And when the “bad” occurs, we forget to see and honor the great wisdom that comes from the hardships.
And maybe, just maybe, by embracing that risk will not have one of the outcomes….but both….maybe that allows us to cherish, and be grateful, and honor the roses and thorns that occur from such a noble and courageous act.
Marrying Michael at 19 was one risky move….I can admit to that. Not only because of age but because he was Infantry in the Army in the middle of a war.
But you know what…. I refuse to look at that risk as one I shouldn’t have taken because he died and I was left a widow a 21 years old.
He was one of the greatest risks of my life.
And yes, a “non-favorable” outcome occurred that temporarily shattered me.
But if he had come back and lived another 70 years by my side, one of us would have eventually passed-on….and that wouldn’t be favorable either.
But the risk is always worth it.
I can’t decide the timing or the turmoil or the triumphs that happen as a result of such an action….but I want to keep risking.
I want to keep milking every ounce of beauty in the risks that turned out the way I planned, and keep honoring the teachings from the risks that didn’t (seem to at the time) end as hoped for.