Life is Worth the Risk

Life is a fragile thing. We’ve had more than ample reason to see that this year.

As I write this, I’ve had my first COVID vaccination, and I’m waiting for the next. It gives me pause to ask myself, “Am I more secure than I was a year ago?” Maybe I’ll feel a bit more secure when I get the second shot, but will I BE more secure? Not really. The truth is, life was pretty fragile before I even heard the word COVID. It always has been.

I have always taken precautions: I’ve had every vaccination known to man (really–I travel), I eat sensibly, I exercise moderately, I stay away from contagion. Does that mean I won’t get sick? Nope. There’s always cancer, the ravages of age, the odd infection or the particularly aggressive virus. I wear my seat belt as well, and bought the safest car I could find. That won’t help if I encounter an out of control 18 wheeler on the Interstate. I lock my doors at night, and certain family members are quick to point out locks are easily breached. True. Someone who wants in badly enough will find a way in. My financial future can never be fully secured either. I can save, diversify, invest… There are many ways it can go bad.

So what do we do? The most dangerous thing to do is nothing. Doing nothing will stagnate me to death–physical or emotional. Someone once taught me the secret to success in life was to feel the fear and do it (whatever IT is) anyway. I take precautions and then let go and live my life. God is in charge and He will give me what He gives me. If things turn out to be challenging, He’ll pull me through.

So I will get that second shot, but continue to wear a mask, wash my hands, and avoid crowds in closed spaces. But I will go on living. And writing.

I truly believe love is the most terrifying thing of all because it demands that we place our vulnerability in the hands of another. The word “security” has no place in relationships. That’s why my tag line as a romance author is “Love is worth the risk.” My stories are full of people forced to let go, leap into the unknown, and let themselves love and be loved. Check them out!

Today I would take it a step further. I would say, “Life is worth the risk.”

About Caroline Warfield

Traveler, adventurer, writer of historical romance. Enamored of owls, books, history, and beautiful gardens (but not the actual act of gardening).
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10 Responses to Life is Worth the Risk

  1. pamelagibson says:

    Excellent post, Caroline. I am terrified of the water, but when my spouse told me we were going on a five thousand mile trip in our 32-foot boat, I gulped, and then I went. I learned so much about myself during that odyssey. Life–and doing what you thought you could never do–is indeed worth the risk.

  2. I’m terrified of heights, especially cliffs/sudden drops. I rappelled down a 90 foot cliff once. Once. Stepping off was the single most terrifying thing I’d ever done. I was fine once the gear took my weight and I was facing the rock, but that step!! You learn a lot about yourself at moments like that.

  3. Susan says:

    My sentiments exactly. I learned a long time ago there’s no such thing as safe. So I cherish today and move onward. Blessings to you.

  4. Nancy Thorne says:

    Enjoyed this, Caroline. I like this quote that goes along with your sentiments – “Courage is fear that has said its prayers” – Dorothy Bernard

  5. My motto has always been: “No guts, no glory!” Great blog post!

  6. viola62 says:

    Very nice post! I agree with you. I lost my father when I was very young. I’ve lost many people, but I go on. Life is never safe.

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