Risky Business Indeed

There is a place between fear and excitement
It exists within each of us, Thank goodness it does.
Reverence and vitality frolic in our hearts in the face of risk.
Standing on the edge of a cliff peering down into the ocean, our pulse races
Adrenalin bubbles like a pot left unattended on the fire
In gambling with the fleeting nature of our humanity
we are possibly never more in touch with it.
'Taking chances', or 'rolling the dice' if you prefer, a delicious game.
Preposterous to propose that the salmon has any other choice but to surrender to and instinct
And trust the currents.
Similarly, where is the boundary of our influence on the environment? Does it matter?
Through our victories, we often boast a mastery of chance,
When we lose, it is common to accuse the universe of injustice, even cruelty.
When we purse our lips in pursuit of a first kiss, we risk rejection. Terrifying!
If we could remove the terror,
I tend to believe that we would then dilute the nectar of that delicious kiss.
Love, the riskiest endeavour of all.
When the fear, nervousness and anxiety are neutralized..
Does that not allow for a far more dangerous result; complacency, indifference.
A warrior's heart invites death to his table, before the aforementioned evils.
Oppose the gamble if you wish,
but know that there is an unmistakable union between risk and reward.
Our souls rely on our Defeats as much as our Victories to define us.
So please, take a chance.