risk

When I was three, I jumped into the deep end.

Literally.

My father was cleaning the family pool and I thought I'd help him remove some leaves.

There was just one problem, however. I couldn't swim.

I knew it, too. Yet it didn't matter. Youthful ignorance left me unafraid to live.

But then I grew up.

Experience taught me to be self-aware.
Self-awareness made me play it safe.
Playing it safe meant I stopped taking risks.

It's not an unfamiliar story. Nearly all of us go through something similar.

But reflection's made me realize it's a crying shame.

You see, everyone wants to live an exciting life. Yet logic tricks us into believing we have to live vicariously through more famous rebels in the hope some of their excitement rubs off on us.

That's just... silly.

Because there's a much simpler way to recapture that feeling of being alive.

It's to stay childish.

To take risks.