"The Risk"

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one...

Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket - - safe, dark, motionless, airless - - it will change.

It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.

C. S. Lewis

Why am I posting this you may ask. Well, the truth is I don't really know either. I was given this poem by a friend who thought it encapsulated a part of her outlook on love and life. After reading it I thought that some of Lewis's ideas were right on mark. To love is to be vulnerable. Who can deny this truth? But not to love is to become callouse and uncaring. How much fun is that?

Again, why am I posting this? Mostly, just because I can. Maybe this tiny bit of literature will make someone stop and think.

G'day all

Mood: indifferent
Music: The Man on the Side, John Mayer
Browsing: Burn, baby burn. Disco Inferno!!

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