Time To Talk

Time to talk.
Here I am, 'blogging' away and not sure to whom I am addressing my thoughts. I suppose I'm a product of our time: unlimited access to speak my truth to anyone who'll listen.
I am struck at how we peck away on keyboards or handhelds instead of picking up a phone or better yet, talking face-to-face.
Though I appreciate and welcome the convenience and efficiency of instant, global, ubiquitous communication, I am sad that we traded quantity of information for quality of conversation. There's certainly more said, but with fewer points made.
I find that unlimited access to information comes at a price. I need to self-govern what e-mail, texts, social networks I read or join to filter distractions and clutter.
And, I need to continually remind myself that staying in touch virtually is not always enough to sustain and grow a meaningful relationship.
Let's talk.

But To Risk We Must

To laugh is to risk appearing the fool.
To cry is to risk appearing sentimental.
To reach out to another is to risk involvement.
To explore feelings is to risk exposing our true self.
To love is to risk not being loved in return.
To live is to risk dying.
To hope is to risk despair.
To try at all is to risk failure.

But to risk we must,
Because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.
The man, the woman, who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing, is nothing.

They may avoid suffering and sorrow, but they cannot feel, learn, change, grow, love, live.
Only a person who risks is free.