Risking too much or too little?

For most of us living in a post-industrial world, I think we risk too little.

The risks we take only feel like they’re big.

We wait for conditions to be just right. For the map to show us the way from A to Z.

Does life ever work this way?

Yet, we continue to hesitate.

Life favors the bold.

When is the last time you actually did something for the first time?

(They say we should look before we leap but I think we spend too much time looking and not enough time leaping.)