Risk

"A lot of people approach risk as if it were the enemy, when it's really fortune's accomplice."
- Sting


Fear is an odd emotion. Handy, certainly, at times, and a horrible hinderance at others - really an enemy at its worst. Fear keeps us alive when confronted by an aggravated grizzly bear (assuming we're quick enough on our feet). On the other hand, fear destroys relationships when it morphs into destructive emotions such as jealousy and anger.

Fear paralyzes us when we should be taking positive action. Fear sees the cup as half empty. Fear grabs hold of our imagination and we create the worst thoughts - ever hear of the saying "I feared the worst." Usually we do. But as Mark Twain said "I am an old man with a great many troubles, but most of them never happened."


Fear governs our ability to risk. "No risk no reward." another overused saying. But certainly we MUST risk in life, right? Of course we do risk... every day, when we venture out of our homes.... we could be run over by a truck, or catch a deadly disease, or stalked by assassins... it's certainly all possible... but we don't fret when we leave our home... we don't consider it a risk. Why is that? And if that's not a risk that we recognize, then why should changing jobs, or getting out of a bad relationship, or moving to a new place, or starting a business, or investing money provoke such anxiety and fear in most of us?

One thing I've kinda learned in my 37 short years on earth.... no matter what kinds of unlucky, or unfortunate, or difficult, or awful things that happen to us during our time here..... usually - as in 99% of the time - we all seem to land back on our feet. Every one of us. And we find new hills to climb and new things to worry about. lol Anyway, what's the worst that can happen? We die right? And we're all gonna do that anyway. Well... I take that back.... there are MANY worse things than dying... but that's my own personal opinion as I am not at all fearful of death... curious would be a more apt description.

So don't be afraid to risk.

I'm Still Alive

Well, back to the blog after a respite. The Philippines were great as usual. Of course, I have my gripes from time to time... most of my "gripes" are simply comparisons. Still, as a notoriously picky eater I was thrilled to get back to New Mexico and my normal food. LOL Beef enchiladas with red chile sauce were first on the menu, followed the next day by a vienna beef HOT DOG ... oh baby!
I just don't like a lot of Filipino food, mainly cuz I'm not big on seafood. I love the pork bbq there... most excellent! And of course chicken is always on the menu....and I'm fine with that. An occasional milkfish okee dokee... but squid and crabs and other strange creatures from the depths of the ocean? They make horror films about these critters... and I'm supposed to eat them? Anyway, I became a favorite customer of KFC's, McDonalds, Burger Kings, and Pizza Huts all over the PI. Tried some carabao meat too.... I think I'm still digesting it.