About a risk taken.
A brief conversation with my internal conversationalist:
“We’ve gone through this before. Risks. All that jazz.”
“Yeah, we have. But now I have to write about it. And I didn’t take any.”
“No, you can think of risks. You’re just setting the bar high, because you know how small ones don’t make good stories. They’re boring. Mundane. Nobody wants to hear about them. Or they actually just want to tell you about their stories while you listen.”
“Exactly. So I need something big.”
“What about your relationship stories? How they began?”
“I pretty much knew they would begin. I just didn’t know how.”
“Choosing colleges?”
“Didn’t know what would happen, but I couldn’t go wrong.”
“Startup idea?”
“Knew it probably wouldn’t work. Signed up anyway. Had nothing to lose. Lost nothing.”
“Your jobs?”
“Nope, that was a tiny risk. Paid off big though.”
“So what you’re saying is that you’ve never taken a risk?”
“I guess I haven’t really. I’ve pretty much always known that it’d turn out fine. Never risked losing anything. Nothing big, anyway.”
“So you’ve never done anything without knowing the ending?”
“Of course I have. It’s just that uncertainty isn’t danger. You can know it’ll end fine without knowing how it ends. It’s like learning to dive. You know you’ll be fine even if you bellyflop.”
“Or like learning to juggle fire?”
“Yeah. You know it’s not dangerous, and you know it’s fun, so it’s not like you actually stood to lose anything.”
“Did you ever stand to lose anything?”
“Frankly? No.”
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