Date of first publish - 30 October 2006
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I know someone who's addicted to gambling.
No, she does not frequent casinos nor is she hooked on striking bets with her friends. She's just addicted to the unknown. She's so spontaneous, sometimes even reckless, that she pounces on opportunities that show even just the slightest possibility of giving back benefits.
She has fallen apart, gathered up the pieces, stumbled again, went back on her feet again. I don't know what kind of rush she gets from taking risks. But watching her through the years, she has morphed into someone i barely recognize. She's now careful but not cynic; willing yet watchful. She admits she's been hurt but anyone can see she's not at all jaded. I suppose at the very least, she learned to trim down her options and from them pick the soundest, not necessarily-- for nobody really knows-- the right choice.
So from all her gambling came so much realizations. her what-have-i-to-lose attitude may be a little overboard to the metrics of others but she pulls it off every single time. She takes chances and she does them with gusto. With pride. Convinced that even on the losing end, there's always (and always) something there that would make going through unchartered course worthwhile. some may be pleasantly surprising, others just flat out BS…. But life changing nevertheless.
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