Saturday, 30 July 2011

Risks

After a long walk in the Lake District and a much needed ice-cream at the Honister Mines, Alan mentioned to me that the owner of the mines, Mark Weir, had sadly lost his life in a helicopter crash earlier this year. The lady sitting next to us joined in our conversation and it soon became clear to me that he was a character who lived life to the full. On leaving the tea room, I noticed the engraved slate photographed below.




I dedicate this to my family who believe in me:


To laugh is to risk appearing the fool.


To weep is to risk being sentimental.


To reach out to others is to risk involvement.


To expose feelings is to risk showing your true self.

To place your ideas and your dreams before the crowd is to risk being called naive.

To love is to risk not being loved in return.


To live is to risk dying.


To hope is to risk despair, to try is to risk failure.


But risks must be taken, because the greatest risk in life is to risk nothing.

The person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing, is nothing and becomes nothing.


He may avoid suffering and sorrow, but he simply cannot learn, feel, change, grow or love.


Chained by his certitude, he is a slave; he has forfeited his freedom.


Only the person who risks is truly free.


Having now had a look on the internet and read about Mark, I can indeed see that he must have taken risks in his life and indeed lived it to the full. I am very sorry for his wife and children that he has left behind.


I like the dedication and find it very thought-provoking.....