Risk

jonny baker quoted a poem on risk that got me thinking...

So one friend chooses to live in a place where she gets shot at, another friend risks starting a family, and another one risks raw honesty in a place where it could cost him his job and legal consequences. Each of them do it for different reasons. Why do we choose to risk, and why not in another situation?

As the poem says, the risk must be taken.

But which one? What was the last real risk I took? And is that what the kid who stepped out onto Pennant Hills Rd last week was asking? I wonder if he's still asking it?

Sounds like a conversation that needs Guinness to me.