Why
I take risks
It
is quite simple really. There is no deep,
overly-intellectual, hidden reason behind why I take risks. There is no
ulterior motive that I try to accomplish with taking risks other than trying to
get a little excitement, a little thrill, a little twist in this bland world I live
in. I believe that life is too short, too fragile because of the fact that it
can end at any moment, to live blandly. I believe that in order to live this short
life to the fullest, one must experience everything at least once.
For
me, I tried taking a risk once, long ago, and I absolutely loved the feeling I got
while I took the risk and after. Because I believe that I have to live a full,
exciting life, full of different stories, experiences, and emotions, and the
fact that I love the feeling I get from taking risks, the adrenaline rush, the
increase in heart rate, the slight fear, and the calm sense of accomplishment
afterwards, I take risks.
When
I am at my deathbed, or wherever it is that my life may end I do not know, I want
to have no regrets. And this may be awkward coming from a seventeen year old
boy but I have given serious thought to death. I can never know for certain
what is beyond death and there may be nothing, but right before I die, if I have
time, I want to be able to say that I lived an amazing life, and that I have
done everything I wanted to, that I have absolutely no regrets with all the
things I have done. It is not like a “things to do before I die list” that I have
in mind, but more like a feeling of satisfaction, fulfillment, and contentment
that I am talking about. That that is why I take risks, to experience as much
as I can, to do everything at least once, to not live a bland, colorless life,
but an exciting one full of adventures and experiences. All so I can be happy
and content before I die, so I can say yes, I’ve had a good life, a full life.
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