Maybe the best way to think about something in a ‘new’ way is to believe enough in what we already know to actually act on it.

If I have refused to risk, I have in the self-same decision refused to love. And if indeed I have refused to love, tragically I have refused to live. And when will I realize that that in and of itself is an unacceptable risk.

If I am risk adverse, my growth will be reversed.

That which is possible is only the seedbed for that which is impossible. And therefore, if we neglect to plant liberally we might live lives full of the possible, but we will never hold the harvest of the impossible.

Risk is the clue that our dreams are both real and great.

The box that I’ve built around me is equal to the fear that is within me.

There’s always a risk, but the greatest risk is not to risk.

It’s not about inviting great things into our lives. Rather, it’s about accepting the invitation of great things to step out of our lives.

Risk is uncertainty injected into our most vulnerable places. And because that’s the case, we may choose not to risk.