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Tuesday, December 19, 2006

RISK.

Surfing through random websites here and there, I came across this page which had my cousin on it (He was being quoted, or more like interviewed about his line of work-something along the military lines).

The one I never really got to know.
More like never realised was my cousin. (Your friend here never was much of a fan of extended family reunions.)
But that's just how death strikes eh?
Randomly,without a regard for one's loved ones, without a care bout' how bright that person's future was gonna be or even how much he/she was going to be missed.

All those possibilities.
Made impossible in a matter of minutes.

That webpage suddenly made me feel like checking out his friendster profile-again, perhaps catch a fragment of what he was like when he was still alive. And when I got to that page, I remembered what I had thought of him when I first laid eyes upon that page.

I had thought to myself,
"wah lau eh, this guy damn loh-soh leh, friendster profile write so much" .

And simply brushed it all off as a bout of loh-soh-ness which most of us undergo when feeling bored to the extreme.

But today, as I reread every single one of those words he had typed, I've come to this realisation that he must have been quite a open person. Open in the sense that he's someone who wears his heart on his sleeve. See, my belief is that most people-that's us, are too humji(chicken) to reveal to everyone who we truly are, what we love, what we believe in. Therefore, to type them all down in such a public webpage, I think that takes alot of courage and risk. Risk especially.

See, during my stayover at the ice and dust dome that is Kry's house, she showed me this poem by some anonymous person, it goes like this -

RISK

To laugh is to risk appearing a fool.

To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.

To reach out for another is to risk involvement,

To expose your feelings is to risk exposing your true self.

To place your ideals,your dreams before a 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.

Yet risks must be taken.

Because the greatest hazard in life is risking NOTHING.

For the person who risks nothing

Does nothing.

Has nothing

Is nothing.

Self-realisation is harder then self-sacrifice.

Ignoring the literary aspect of this poem, I guess it pretty much describes about how just about everything we do is a risk towards something we're trying to protect.

Yup yup, that's why I think that this cousin I never knew, really ought to be given a heck load of cred for being that somebody most of us have no guts to be.

Anyway, this is a much repeated line among his friends. Taken from his friendster profile, here's some food for thought for you peeps-

"Being contented with what you have makes you happy; but fighting for what you don't have, stretches your happiness ."

- Ong JiaHui(160481-150605)

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