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    Risk It

    After reading this...made me think to risk it and post it here. ... may be someone needs to hear this

    Risk It

    By Leo Buscaglia

    To laugh is to risk being a fool.
    To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.
    To reach out to another is to risk involvement.

    To express feelings is to risk exposing your true self.
    To place your ideas, your dreams,
    before the crowd Is to risk their loss.

    To love is to risk not being loved in return.
    To live is to risk dying.
    To hope is to risk despair.
    To try is to risk failure.

    The person who risks nothing,
    Does nothing,
    Has nothing and is nothing.

    They may avoid suffering and sorrow,
    But they simply cannot learn,
    Feel, change, grow, love or live.

    Risks must be taken because,
    The greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.
    Only a person who risks is free.


    Life became all Gray! But NOW i have decided to paint it all over again.

    I Tawt I Taw A Puddy Tat

    #2
    Interesting...thanks 4 sharin'!

    http://www3.pak.org/gupshup/smilies/hula.gif

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    It's more dangerous to weep inwardly rather than outwardly. Outward tears can be wiped away while secret tears scar forever.
    :hula: :hula: :hula: and more :hula:

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      #3
      ...i'm glad u risked it...
      Muhammad Ali says,
      He who has no immagination has no wings."

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        #4

        idher bhi ...udher bhi...bahut variety hay...
        aachi baaat hay....


        [This message has been edited by Amjad Chohan (edited May 11, 2001).]

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          #5
          Bajji thanks for sharinghttp://www3.pak.org/gupshup/smilies/ok.gif
          But i hate not knowing what's going to happen....and i hate change, and i'm still scared of taking risks, kiya karoon... i don't want to risk getting hurt

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          To have come near to sing the perfect song
          And only by a half-tone lost the key,
          There is the potent sorrow, there the grief,
          The pale, sad staring of life's tragedy.

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