Risk

One of the things that I admire the most in people is a willingness to take a risk on something important. Sometimes it’s about having a conversation, or boarding a plane, or trying something new. I have always tried to live up to that idea and I think that’s why I’ve always been so enamoured with the idea of rolling the dice. That’s also probably why so much of my life has turned out to be so unusual.

I’ve been thinking about the risks I’ve taken for important things over the past year or so. Besides coming to Melbourne, which turned out to be a good thing, I have had an ongoing succession of poor results. A decision not to say something that needed to be said, a brief yet intense involvement with the wrong person, and a poorly thought out career decision. There was certainly no lack of courage involved on those events, but the results have left me questioning my judgement.

If nothing else I can at least say that I have always tried. The end goal is as clear to me now as it has ever been, to be happy, even if I have no idea what that actually looks like. It’s for this reason that I will keep trying, because sometimes the results are wonderful. I really hope the next one is.