Sometimes, just sometimes... there's never enough time.
Enough time to write. Enough time to say what's to say. Enough time to read. Enough time to listen, to talk, to feel.
When the blow falls, which way do you run?
How do you advise someone you don't want to get hurt? Do you explain what you've been through, advise caution? Or do you remember when you yourself threw caution to the wind, and said the hell with it, and went against your gut to go with your heart?
When do you celebrate how you feel once you are out from under that dark cloud?
No risk, no reward.
To love is to risk getting hurt, to risk (another) heartbreak.
But to love is everything - god, self, glory, righteousness. To pursue excellence in that, does it not mean to take that risk?
Risk?
Risk.
Risk.
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Risk.
You are bound to learn something.
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