Wednesday, February 22, 2006

risque?

Risks

- by Janet Rand


To laugh is to risk appearing the fool
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental
To reach out for another is to risk involvement
To expose feelings is to risk exposing your true self
To place ideas and dreams before a crowd is to risk being called naïve
To love is to risk being not loved in return
To live is to risk dying
To hope is to risk despair
To try is to risk failure
But risk must be taken, because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing
The person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing,
is nothing and becomes nothing
They may avoid suffering and sorrow, but they
cannot learn, feel, change, grow, love, live
Chained by their certitude, they are slaves; they have forfeited their freedom
Only a person who risks is truly free

2 comments:

mich said...

guess what, janet rand took a great risk by writing this poem given that it would encounter you along the way!

Mind Curry said...

very nice poem..its true. i dont think sir procket got the true meaning of the poem - its not being bothered about what others want to do.