Reading Mike’s post from yesterday really puts risk in perspective: In his many years in law enforcement, living with risk (as in all capitals RISK) was part of his life… and I tip my hat to him and all the others like him.
Of course, statistically speaking, each one of us takes a risk just walking across the street (very “pedestrian,” I know… hardly “chasing the bad guys” or climbing the highest peak on each continent for that matter). Bad habits make it worse (no news to any of us there, I’m sure). A short article in Scientific American, How to Gain or Lose 30 Minutes of Life Every Day, shows how certain things can “add” time to your life (exercise being one of those good things), and other activities, such as smoking, “subtract” time.
And then, there are those sneaky risks that I didn’t even know I was taking. Such as sitting. My whole career—spanning nearly 40 years—has been based on spending hours upon hours, days upon days, sitting in a chair and working with words. What with all the more-or-less recent bad news about the dire consequences of sitting, I figure I’m lucky to be still sitting, breathing, and typing.
But none of us lives forever, right? And if we don’t take risks—in our lives, in our writing—what’s life for?
And honestly, how many of us are dealing with the daily life-and-death risks that folks such as Michael face?
Here’s an interesting quote that might help put risk-taking (the "usual" kind) in its place...
Take risks: if you win, you will be happy; if you lose, you will be wise. ~Author Unknown