Trespass
If you don't take risks where will you end up?
Some of the best memories I have are from pushing the boundaries; I climbed over that fence knowing I wasn't to be there, I roamed down that dirty street at four am, I stumbled down rivers notorious for snakes. I push myself into doing these things I'm both terrified of and exhilarated by and the end result is always far more rewarding than I could ever expect.
Some of the best memories I have are from pushing the boundaries; I climbed over that fence knowing I wasn't to be there, I roamed down that dirty street at four am, I stumbled down rivers notorious for snakes. I push myself into doing these things I'm both terrified of and exhilarated by and the end result is always far more rewarding than I could ever expect.
I'm rewarded with adrenaline; with a memory, with a story to share. I am able to go to bed knowing that I'm actually living, that I am out there seeing the world for all that it is. The big, the small, the harmless, and the deadly, the exquisite and the repugnant, and all that could possibly fall in between.
I take risks. Call it reckless, call it stupidity, call it what you will. But when was the last time you saw the words "No Trespassing" and took it as a challenge, not a restriction?
Always, em.