I just read an article about The Risk Not Taken, how we don’t really make decisions; they just come to us when we least expect them. Life is really about the roads not taken (yes, Robert Frost, you were right) and how risky they could be to our overall spirituality and inner happiness. I’ve generally always been a risk-averse person, but I’ve realized in my short life that aversion to risk, in the form of choosing a mate that seemingly would be a fit or a job that is stable and “secure,” can lead to an incredibly boring, unfulfilling life. I don’t want to be 80 one day, look back on my life, and think about all the things I wished I had done.