When I taught generational media at the University of Southern California, I used to share thoughts about life to my students in the final minutes of class.
Last week, one of my students posted it on Facebook for all her friends to see. It was an inspirational passage about the freeing benefits of taking risks and I’d like to share it with you today:
To laugh is to risk appearing the fool.
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.
To reach for another is to risk involvement.
To expose your feelings is to risk exposing your true self.
To place your ideas, your dreams before a crowd is to risk their loss.
To love is to risk not being loved in return.
To live is to risk dying.
To believe is to risk despair.
To try is to risk failure.
But risks must be taken, because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing. The person who risks nothing does nothing, has nothing, is nothing. They may avoid suffering and sorrow, but they cannot learn, feel, change, grow, love, live. Chained by their attitudes they are slaves; they have forfeited their freedom.
Only a person who risks is free.”
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Dealing with the death of a close lifelong friend a couple of summers ago taught me something very valuable. I was in the midst of talking some summer courses for my business degree. I had to work through through a term paper and my grief at the same time. trust me, it wasn’t pretty; I wrote portions of the paper in a state of near drunkeness, just to get through it emotionally. I did get though it though, and in fact I aced the course. So I learned that I could function in a crisis. A very valuable lesson indeed.
Friday just passed was the 18th anniversary of the passing of my wife Lynne who had undiagnosed and terminal breast cancer when we met. I have never had a major GF since. And have never been able to process through the grieving to get past that. And really don’t feel bad about it. I have gone on about my life and my work, but it still feels like part of me is missing, that I remain incomplete. One quibble: I dislike the word “gratitude” about which once I heard described as “the NICEST form of resentment.” Much prefer thankful. “Gratitude” implies debts owed in return while “Thankful” doesn’t have that baggage.