But not the only exception.
Every day, we take risks. For some of us, isn't it a risk to simply wake up in the morning? Among other things, I am a hypochondriac, an obsessive worrier. I rack my brain constantly for even the most out-there and insane possibilities for disaster. Why? The safest answer would be so I can brace myself. But that's not even remotely realistic; you can never truly brace yourself for death, disaster, destruction...(I'm noticing a trend with the letter "D"?)
So maybe the reason is just because I have a broad imagination. I know what's out there, and I know what's possible. I try to figure out how I would react in any given situation. I'm curious to know how much I can actually handle, without actually handling anything. (Which is clearly not a reliable indication of anything...)
So with all this potential for harm and hurt, what makes everything worth it? What compells me to leave the "safety" of my house and step into the cruel world that awaits?
The answer is simply this:
There are things that I want to do and accomplish.
There are things I want to experience.
I'm not going to let my fear of falling stop me from taking that jump.
I will never learn to fly if I keep my feet on the ground.
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