to risk or not to risk...

... that is the question.

Sometimes we're so trapped or held back by something or another that we become so scared of taking that risk that might ultimately set us free.

So how will we ever know if we never take the risk?

There's the risk hangover we get after we make a decision that will change the course of our lives - Did I do the right thing? Should I just have gone with the flow? It's been so long since I woke up one morning and really and truly resolved to jump. So much can change in a matter of minutes - one honest conversation, one kiss, one phone call, or just that moment you decide things have to change, you have to take that risk. Sometimes all it takes is to be selfish for a moment; to decide that your happiness can't be dependent on someone else's happiness; to decide that the guilt you may feel at the time is better than the guilt you'll feel if you don't change anything; to realise not making that decision could be holding you back even more.

You'll never understand it until the day you do it. The feeling of liberation is priceless when you've taken the right risk. Just hope your in-built risk management system isn't being too irrational...

That's all. Latahz!