To weep is to risk being called sentimental. “Of course I am sentimental. I love it! Tears help.”

To reach out to another is to risk being involved. “Who’s risking involvement? I want to be involved.”

To expose feelings is to risk showing your true self. “What else do I have to show?”

To place your ideas and dreams before the crowd is to risk being called naive. “Oh, I am called worse things than that.”

To love is to risk not being loved in return. ‘I don’t love to be loved in return.”

To live is to risk dying. “I am ready for it. Don’t you dare shed one tear if you hear AJ blew up in the air or dropped dead. She did it with enthusiasm.”