The Risks That Shape a Life
When I saw today’s writing prompt—“What’s something you would attempt if you were guaranteed not to fail?”—it struck a deeper chord. I thought about all the risks I’ve taken in life, and all the ones I didn’t realize I was taking until much later.
Looking back, my recklessness wasn’t about wild partying—it was about curiosity, ambition, and a belief that I could muscle through anything life threw at me. I trusted my energy and determination to carry me, and most of the time, they did. But sometimes, they didn’t.
I still remember the day I stood in my workshop, the table saw humming. One careless moment, one small lapse, and I cut off the tip of my ring finger. Just like that—it was gone, and I couldn’t get it back. That day taught me a hard truth: confidence without caution can cost you dearly.
In those years, I was fearless—climbing onto roofs without safety gear, running power tools without ear or eye protection, lifting heavy things without thinking about my back. I lived on caffeine, junk food, and soda. That “indestructible” lifestyle caught up to me in my forties when my body finally staged a revolt, forcing me into a health crisis that I could no longer ignore.
But looking back, I see now that the real risks of youth aren’t always physical—they’re the invisible ones. Wasting time on things that don’t build you, like endless video games, gambling, drinking, or spending hours watching others live out their dreams in sports or online. When you’re young, time feels endless. You think you can afford to waste it because there’s always more ahead. But time is the one thing you never get back. You can recover from injuries, rebuild finances, and mend relationships—but not lost years.
Now, at 69, I see life differently. The horizon feels shorter. I take risks, but they’re measured and meaningful. I plan. I protect my health. I choose where I spend my time because I understand its real value.
I wouldn’t trade the boldness of my younger self—I needed it to build the life I have. But I’ve learned to respect risk. Every scar, every close call, and even that missing fingertip reminds me that recklessness teaches—but wisdom preserves.
If I were guaranteed not to fail, I’d still take chances—but I’d make sure every one of them mattered.
What about you? Have you ever looked back and realized the real risk wasn’t what you did—but what you didn’t do with your time? If these reflections resonate, I invite you to subscribe and follow along as I continue exploring the lessons that time and experience have taught me.
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