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Risk: def-n: "danger of harm or loss"


What price, risk?



Why price risk?






Risk Taking is Free

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 expose feelings is to risk exposing true self.
To place your ideas and your dreams before the crowd is to risk their loss.
To love is to risk not being loved in returned.
To live is to risk dying.
To hope is to risk despair.
To try is to risk failure.

But risk must be taken, because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.
The person who risks nothing, does nothing, and is nothing.
He may avoid suffering and sorrow, but he simply cannot learn, feel, change, grow, love, live.
Chained by his certaintudes, he is a slave, he has forfeited freedom.

Only a person who risks --- is free.






RISK A LITTLE PEACE
TODAY:


odds are.... all you've got to lose
is a little piece of war.



Most of my years were taken without risk. I have tried to change that in the last ten years, but some risks are too great for me to overcome, now. Wise words.

Rick, your post about taking risks has a special resonance for me. It's almost uncanny, in fact, because my post for tomorrow will talk about my exiling myself from life, from any meaningful existence, because of my fears: "I myself suffer from a boundless sense of guilt. That sense of guilt is the prism through which I view the world. I see myself as an undiscovered murderer and try to avoid contributing to my guilt by withdrawing from the world as much as possible. I seek thereby to attain a state of innocence, but my maneuvers only serve to prevent the development of any relations with others and obviate any meaningful interaction in the world of men. I live in a black and white world populated by murderers and innocents, by players and the uncorrupted. In my warped value system, human interaction, no matter how well-meaning, is rife with corruption, while the status of innocence is reserved for those who minimize their commerce with the world."

BTW, are you gay? Or are you just sympathetic to gays? I'm basically asexual and have been celibate for many years. I've never had a homosexual experience, though I have fantasized about homosexual sex. All my psychiatrists say I'm not gay. They say I have gender-confusion. I really can't see myself realistically being intimate with a guy. I have passionate emotional feelings for some guys, though, without a sexual component. They are "non-sexual crushes," I suppose -- assuming I'm not in total denial. My feelings for other guys who I idealize are lifelong, not really crushes in the normal sense. Once I start to idealize a guy, it stays with me indefinitely. I have a "pantheon" of guys who I've idealized in my life, going back to high school. (I went to an all-boys high school -- whatever that means).

Here's what Freud wrote about homosexuality: Freud maintained that "it is not scientifically feasible to draw a line of demarcation between what is psychically normal or abnormal; so that the distinction, in spite of its practical importance, possesses only a conventional value."

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  • And I'm tired of living in the shadow of narrow-mindedness and ignorance. So here's the fax, Jack! "The Bible contains six admonishments to homosexuals and three hundred and sixty-two admonishments to heterosexuals. That doesn't mean that God doesn't love heterosexuals. It's just that they need more supervision." - Lynne Lavner*** I'm confused; curious; satisfied; realistically resigned to being a frustrated idealist; usually at peace with myself, but not always. Amazed at how little I know, and wondering how much I need to understand.
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