Risk

One of the greatest challenges in my life is to overcome a natural self defense mechanism that keeps me as far away from risk as humanly possible. Some would say, that it risk-less approach to life causes me to “live” less. I want to state right now: I agree with them.

It’s strange how some of the best moments in my life have been high-risk propositions for me. Some of the worst moments, also very high risk. But all of those moments have built up to define who I am.

It’s strange though. In the past, I had things I wanted. I had things to gain or lose.  The risk came when I made a decision as to how to try to get what I wanted.  When things succeed, I would be at some of the happiest moments of my life.

But what do you do when you don’t have things to risk anymore?

It makes me wonder if this is why “make-up” sex is supposedly so good.  Think about it: If most of the time your in a relationship that isn’t at any risk, then there really isn’t anything to be gained or lost… When your fighting though, it at least feels like your relationship is at risk, and the joy of overcoming that leads to well… better sex. Ok, so I’m probably crazy, and I should not be allowed to blog on this topic.