Moiré on #Risk
November 7, 2014
The other day when traversing to my neighborhood Casey’s convenience store I looked only one way before crossing the street. Luckily, I did not get mown down by a fast-moving Amishman with horse and buggy! But it did get me to thinking about RISK.
Why did I take a risk like that? A silly little thing that could have cost me my fur coat! Clearly risk has its thrill. For me, daring to prance across the street with reckless abandon gave me just the right amount of thrill. The danger of the game was most enticing. (Kind of like stealing a cookie from the cookie jar without mom noticing.)
What’s that you say? There’s a big difference between walking across the street without looking and stealing cookies from the cookie jar? (You clearly didn’t grow up in my house.) It seems to me that risk is in the eye of the beholder. For a child, stealing a cookie has its risk of certain punishment. It’s a great enough risk that it feels like a daredevil feat.
My risk, in this case, was taking my life into my own paws with complete disregard. For women in the early-to-mid 1900’s it was not wearing stockings! (MOST SHOCKING!) To a billionaire investor it’s spending $100 million on a new hotel!! Risk is what you make of it. But what would life be without it?
This kitty thinks that everyone needs to take a little risk. Whether it’s as simple as changing a hairstyle or as complex as leaving your comfy job to start your own business. Risk is good for the soul. It can feed you… until it kills you. #RISK