Taking The Risk

Dear Reader,

There was once a farm boy who was very poor. Each day, he would make a living by selling milk from his cows to a merchant. Now this merchant was a wealthy and respected man among all the villagers. He also had a beautiful daughter, who was the apple of his eye

The farm boy was in love with the merchant’s daughter, and would think about her day and night. All he dreamed about was that he could one day confess his love to her, but he was also fearful that she might reject him. ‘Why would a rich and beautiful girl want a poor boy like me? She would probably laugh at my face if I told her the truth! I’ve been rejected by other village girls before, what more a merchants daughter!’

Because of this fear, he waited…. and waited. He told himself that when he was rich and when the right moment comes, he would confess his feelings. He then decided to get richer by working hard and selling his milk to as many merchants as possible. When he finally collected sufficient money, he realized that he wasn’t worldly enough, so he decided to travel the world to gain new experience. After travelling the world, he decided that he wasn’t popular enough, which he then spent more time making friends around the world. Even then, he decided that he wasn’t handsome enough, which he then spent on the best herbs and treatment to improve his physicality.

When he finally was satisfied, he went back to the merchants daughter, and to his dismay, she had gotten married to another village boy, all during those long years of ‘gathering his courage’. Feeling dissatisfied, he went up to the merchant’s daughter and ask her, ‘I am now rich, popular, worldly, and good-looking, but you have chosen a mediocre village boy. What does he have that I don’t?’

Looking at him sadly, the girl said ‘He took the risk and confessed his feelings to me.’

Among all the things which we should take risk in our lives, love is one of the most important. The enemy of love is not hate, it is fear. With fear, there can be no risk. Without risk, there can be no love. To love is to open yourself to heartbreak and vulnerability, but it also allows for JOY to enter our life. The risk is always ALWAYS worth it. The right moment is often in front of us, we only need to open our eyes to see it.

So dear reader, take the risk.

cs-lewis

Sincerely,
The Writer.

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3 Comments Add yours

  1. allangilmour says:

    Acting upon ones OWN intuition is something that most people seem to avoid in our modern age. This can possibly quite rightly, be put down to fear, which will paralyze our bodies and which also, often has nothing to do with reality. Sir Winston also adds that human beings should rely more upon their individual intuition and inner guidance system than to “think” things into place all the time. Mr Midnight says that “thinking” is a necessity and good thing but important matters of life are best left to the heart and soul. Thank you for posting. We here at the “Gilmours Nice Place” blog enjoyed reading your short story. We do feel sorry for the poor farm hand. Best greetings from the magical Black Forest.

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    1. ThinkeD says:

      Agreed 100%. Most of the time, we should trust our instincts. The point is that we will not always get it right, but that’s what risk is all about. Thanks for you message. It’s very insightful. 🙂

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      1. allangilmour says:

        I suppose “life” wouldn´t be “life” if everything was always hunky dory. Those times we “fall off the ladder” indicate we have something to learn with which to progress and further evolve. Thank you for your kind reply.

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