Risk is the chance that things will not work out the way that you expect or calculate. Taking a risk means that you take a chance that you might fail, knowing that there is also a chance that you might succeed spectacularly.
I’ve met people that lived life in a very small bubble. Anxiety threatened to pop the bubble at any time, and the fear of risk trapped them in a small (depressing) world. I’ve also met people who constantly threw caution to the wind and made very stupid decisions. They would say they were taking a “risk” and it didn’t work out; when in reality they were being stupid.
I try to live life right in the middle of the risk zone. Most people live life there. It’s called a comfort zone, or something I guess. A comfort zone is the level of risk you are comfortable with, and is where you live your life. Some people have large comfort zones, which borders on stupidity; and other people’s comfort zones are so small they fear going outside because there’s a chance they’ll get the plague.
When I started writing this blog I was going to talk about how much of an advocate of RISK I am. “The higher the risk, the higher the reward” I was going to say. I was going to frame it in a way that made perfect sense. My readers would say to me, “Johnson I can see now I need to take more risks, I need to smell the roses, I need to go skydiving, I need to ask for that promotion, I need to call that girl i’ve been meaning to call”. It was going to be highly uplifting.
Hundreds of hits I would’ve gotten.
I finally would’ve been able to hire that editor I’ve So (DeSpErAtley) NeEdeD.
I’m tired of talking about it though. Everyone knows that taking risks in life is generally a good thing, as long as you’re not stupid.
I think that’s a general caveat to anything that I say: take my advice, unless you’re stupid. Then don’t. Swaddle yourself up in a little blanket and make sure to protect your head with some kind of helmet as you continue through life.
Though I’m sure if you’re literate enough to read my silly scrawled sentences then you don’t have to worry about being too stupid.
Stupid people always think they’re smart, though.
So do smart people.
So does everyone.
I once talked to someone who thought they were completely and utterly average.
They must have been brilliant.
Or maybe they were just honest.
Moral to the story? Life is a risk. You’re going to die someday. It’s not going to suck for you because you’ll be dead. The thing that’s going to suck for you is if you live your life doing exactly what you hate doing, rather than what you want to be doing.
Don’t have the time or resources to do what you want? Make a change. It’s possible, your mindset just needs to change.
Don’t know what you want to be doing with your life? Welcome to the party. If you’re in that place like many of us, the best thing to do is start expanding your comfort zone. Take more risks. Find what you love by breaking out of your boring, exhausting, silly life.
You’re literally risking your life every day anyways.
Good luck I guess.