I am a little apprehensive about the Prairies, BC exceeded my expectations on so many fronts and I hope the next leg is not too long and lonely. But when I think back to the start of the trip I was pretty terrified about the mountains, I was sure I would be pushing my bike. So many people said I was brave and that they could never do it but to be honest I had no idea I could, I just thought I would regret it if I didn't try. Even if this trip were to end tomorrow I am glad I took the risk. On one of my rest days I read this poem in a book and I have re-read it a few times.
To laugh is to risk appearing the fool.
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.
To reach for another is to risk involvement.
To expose your ideas, your dreams, before a crowd is to risk their loss.
To love is to risk not being loved in return.
To live is to risk dying.
To believe is to risk despair.
To try is to risk failure.
But risks must be taken, because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.
The people who risk nothing, do nothing, have nothing, are nothing.
They may avoid suffering and sorrow, but they cannot learn, feel, change, grow, love, live.
Chained by their attitudes they are slaves, they have forfeited their freedom.
Only a person who risks is free.
(William Arthur Ward).
Great poem Lucy, that'll give you much to ponder for the first bit of the Prairies anyways! You are a risk-taker indeed and I can't wait to see where this adventure will take you next. I love that first photo - can really see your cyclist's tan!
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