Do you ever find yourself trying to be too careful or cautious to the point of depriving yourself of the things that make you happy?
For me it was selling my motorcycle last year because I found that I wasn't enjoying the feeling of the wind blowing through my clothes and over my smoothly shaven head; because I was too worried about the other idiots on the road trying to kill me! So yeah, currently I’m not in danger of crashing on a motorcycle, but now I feel like an integral part of what makes me...me is no longer being fulfilled, so I guess eventually I’ll wind up riding again.
What’s the point of trying to do everything perfectly, safely and living as danger free a life (in all aspects) trying to prolong the life you love, if in the process it makes you miserable? I think Pruett once told me “A man who loveth his life too much will soon lose it.” Obviously something he stole from someone else, but I do think it’s true.
The key to happiness is to embrace "you" and live your life to the max! Let whatever is supposed to happen, happen. I'm not saying live carelessly, just do what makes you happy. Having different experiences is what makes your story and we all have one! I just don't see the point of living a long, safe and completely boring existence that may have you saying just shoot me now!
