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Consciously Risk

We're all scared to risk. To take risks. The reason? There's many, but the main one is simply because the last time we risked something, we ended up getting hurt, or disappointed, or are left with the feeling that we made a mistake in judgement. So many times we risk, and so many times we wish we hadn't. Why? Yes, we may be left with a feeling of defeat, or failure, or regret, but doesn't the greater failure go to those who have risked nothing? And therefore learned nothing or gained nothing. No knowledge, learned lessons, no memories? Regrets and mistakes are memories made. We must risk to learn, to loose and to love, but mostly to grow, and open ourselves up, even a little bit at a time to what there may be out there. I have been tempted and have voiced so many times that I am done risking. I am done putting my heart on the line. "I always end up getting hurt." "What's the point." Well, I've answered my own question. The point is that every time I risk, and I mean every time, I am one step closer to finding what I am looking for. When I risk and get let down, it is not me being defeated, rather me gaining ground, and pushing through the bad stuff and the obstacles that test my faith and my trust and my love and moving towards something real, and great, and beautiful. I want to earn whatever it is that is waiting for me out there. Every time you consciously risk, you are telling yourself you love yourself, and that you deserve to be happy, you deserve to be loved, and you deserve to offer what you have to others.
That's why you can't give up.

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