To risk...

I julen har jeg kommet over et slags dikt som jeg synes er så fint, og som jeg håper du har tid til å lese saaakte...

"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 your ideas, your dreams before the crowd, is to risk their loss.
To love is to risk not being 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, and is nothing.
He may avoid suffering and sorrow, but he simply cannot learn, feel, change, grow, love... live.
Chained by his certitude, he is a slave, he has forfeited freedom. 
Only a person who risks.... is fully free." 

Sterke og vakre ord skrevet av en ukjent forfatter.  

               

                      Ta dette videre med deg inn i denne romjulen og gjør deg klar for 2014. 
                                               Varm hjertehilsen Anne.