I've been restless for some time now. Longing to do something more exciting with my days on this earth than I have been. I thought risk-taking would be a nice career change for me. Now I realize why I never lived this way in the first place. It's how you get hurt.
When I was little, my mom wouldn't let me ride my bike to the end of our dirt road. My friends were riding their bikes all over town. And I couldn't even explore our own property. She just didn't want me to get hurt.
Once, when my dad was driving me to school, he teased me about putting on too much make up and especially lip gloss. "Rebekah, honey, no boys are going to want to kiss you with all that.... umm, yeah actually why don't you go ahead and put a little bit more on." :] Thanks, Dad.
I'm 21 now and my mom and dad don't hover over me protecting me from the vile things of this world. Thank goodness.
But when will I ever figure out how to protect myself on my own? When will I learn to be careful with my heart? It's the only one I've got.
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Taking risks is a part of living life. If you're not willing to get hurt, you're just going to stay in a little safe box of boringness. It kind of sucks, but the return of living a full life is definitely worth the pain it takes to do so.
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