Friday, January 2, 2009


I've had this posted on the wall of my bedroom for a few years now, but it dates to about 1990, and survives as one of the many scraps of paper I haven't thrown away yet.

Found the added lines in an online thread.

I love the dueling anaphora of infinitive phrases.

Live the life you love.

To laugh is to risk appearing the fool.
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.
To reach out to another is to risk involvement.
To explore feelings is to risk exposing our true self.
To place your ideas, your dreams before the crowd is to risk 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 at all is to risk failure.
But to risk we must,
Because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.
The man, the woman, who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing, is nothing.
One may avoid suffering and sorrow, but one cannot learn, feel, change, grow or love.
Chained by certitudes, one is a slave who has forfeited freedom.
Only one who risks is free.

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