A Different Sort of Blog.

I think that if I had a choice, I would never really desire to step out in the sun. But the sun is nice, you say. It warms your face, helps you make Vitamin D. That sort of thing.

But stepping out there involves taking a chance. Because once you're out in the sun, there is no longer a controlled environment. Inside, you can check the batteries in your smoke detector, envelope sharp edges in padding, and even control the temperature. The outside world is broadcast through the computer or the television, so there is no need to forgo the precautionary, safety of the indoors.

But.

Think of all the things I would miss out on. There would be no crunching in the leaves at autumn. But then again, there is an awful lot of dust in those leaves; bad for the lungs, you know. There would be no running in the rain. Well, then there is the chance for pneumonia if the wetness is not taken care of shortly thereafter. There would be no first-hand experiences of seeing a canyon or climbing a mountain or running in the middle of the road in the nighttime with nothing but legs and asphalt.

And the smells. Never horse excrement or honeysuckle or a lake or the grass.

And the feelings. No sand in between toes or wind blowing through hair or snowflakes on cheeks.

And the sounds.
And the people.
And the emotions.
And the minutes ticking away for everything and nothing.

But the risks! There are so many risks.


Well take a chance. When gambling in terms of living, really living, the odds are always on your side.