Each moment we take a risk, we jump into the abyss. It’s like bungy jumping everytime, especially with risks that deal with the heart. I think that’s what they call “falling in love”, the opening of one’s self to that possibility.
Actually, the bungy jump is so much safer. There is always the bungy cord to keep you from falling to your death, and the biggest risk is if it snaps. It’s scarier when you take a risk with love. There is a much bigger chance that something will fail, that it would extremely hurt, or much worse, that it will finally be the death of what’s remaining of your hopes and dreams. There are no bungy cords or safety nets. You jump just hoping that someone will catch you at the bottom. But oftentimes, no one will.
It’s not bitterness nor skepticism. It’s just a simple acknowledgment of a truth, and the truth is, we can never be sure. Love is always a gamble, and the stakes are much too high. You bet your heart and soul, and after that you will never ever be the same again. “Love may consign you to the highest of the heavens or the depths of of hell, but it will definitely take you somewhere…”