Certainty is the death of wisdom, thought, creativity." ~ Shekhar Kapur
I sometimes wonder if I'm too safe. Do the expected thing, make my apologies for it, and do it again. I wonder if I take enough risk. I wonder on the value of risk. It's late, and I tend to romanticize these things, internalize them and twist them all up with my own creative processes just to see what happens. Perhaps that's a risk all on its own.
And then I wonder if I appreciate the risks I've been allowed to take in my life, if I fully understand their lasting presence, their effect on every future creative endeavor. It's kinda heavy when you think about it.
Or maybe it's just me.