That’s my new mantra, live and die by it.
Recently threw caution to Hurricane Rita and did something out of character (a departure, even, for my other three resident personalities).
I proposed, well, sort of. Anyway, all didn’t quite go according to brief. But that’s just by the way, a vignette included here solely for purposes of contextualisation.
Let it be known, I’m not a serial commitment-seeker, if any thing, the Big C brings on tinnitus, chills and hallucinations. I couldn’t even take up smoking properly because that would mean making a commitment to a ‘habit’. Shudder, shudder.
So why’d I go looking for trouble?
It was a chance remark (thank you Mr H) and the cogs creaked. I realised just what debilitating entities Fear and Over-Caution could be. They hold us back, damning us to half-lives.
An aside - New Years Day, 2005, I found myself standing on the support under the Bloukrans Bridge, the highest Bungee Jump site in the world (and not a fatality yet, knock knock knocking on wood). And I was poultry. I couldn’t do it, not at that defining moment. And even if I’ve promised myself that I will go back and take the plunge, the regret of not jumping that first time will always nag and tug.
I’m not a proponent of recklessness and wanton devil-may-care antics. Camels are meant to be tied. But there’s nothing quite as exhilarating as risk, a calculated and educated gamble, knowing that things could go in any direction and all that’s left is for you to submit to the result.
Back to my moment of ‘bravery’ (haha), it wasn’t a willy-nilly exercise, subtle reconnaissance was employed, and Nancy Drew took on the case. So what if it resulted in the accusation that I had “Messed with the cosmos”, galactic stability was not my concern. The consequences did not escape my cognition. I knew what I was getting into, it’s all in the nature of the beast. There is no place regret here, for the “What if’?” is always far worse than the “What was I thinking?”
I’ve never felt so liberated, so In-Charge.
Everyone should take a little risk everyday.
Humble beginnings, reach into your sock drawer and pull out a pair with your eyes closed. Wear that pair, even if its magenta shuffles circa 1993; the operative concept here - No regrets.
Life stops becoming something that just happens around you.
Talk to strangers more often. Our parents may have warned us against the dirty trench coated, lollipop wielding kind but we’re older now and packing pepper spray, it’s time to be a little more convivial.
Fortune does favour the brave, sometimes not in the way you expect.