Some email correspondence I had with a reader last week got me to thinking about how life is really all about taking risks. And how anything worth having usually requires risking something of ourselves.
Like love.
Especially when we’re talking about love in the truest sense of the word.
Because when we put ourselves out there and share part of ourselves with another person, whether it’s in the emotional or physical sense, there’s always the risk that our feelings will not be reciprocated; that someone else may take advantage of our good will, our purest intentions, our selfless love.
And there’s always the risk that we will be hurt in the process.Continue Reading
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