Risking Is Better Than Regretting Novels & Stories

she began, " but I just need to tell you, so you don't make the same mistakes I did." " Whatever you decide, make sure it's the best for you and no one else. Take the risk and if it doesn't work out, you'll rest easy knowing you did the best you could." Amanda's words shocked Deloise. " The worst feeling is regret. And I don't want that for you." Deloise was stunned at her friend's advice. She never pictured her as one capable of making such serious and reflective comments. " Thank you.." she said, and felt an unfamiliar feeling of freedom.

“Thanks for lying for me.” “Lying isn’t the hard part, Bren,” Declan said wearily. “What I don’t understand is why you are seeing her as Brendan after deciding to start all over again. Do you know how risky this whole thing is? Nobody can act as two different men at the same time! Does it ever occur to you that something grave might happen?” “I…” Brendan laughed self-deprecatingly. “Sure. Laugh at me. Call me stupid. But I… I want to use this one last chance to stay with Dee as Brendan. One last time.”

“Well, it didn’t seem to register. I can see you getting all dreamy-eyed just talking about him. Taking risks is all fun and games, Zo, until you end up seriously hurt.” From her position in the corner of the sofa, Anja scoffed. “Jesus, Sienna, loosen up. The whole point of a risk is the adrenaline that comes from the potential of getting hurt. Why else would anyone go bungee jumping or sky diving or swim with damn sharks? You can’t spend your entire life surrounded by safety nets. What a boring existence.” “Better a boring existence than none at all.” “You might as well have none at all if that’s your outlook.” Raising her hands in exasperation, she widened her eyes as she swiveled to face

It's just late and you have to rethink what the fuck you're doing wrong that all those things that you vetoed doing when you had the chance, you didn't. And I learned. Unfortunately that taught me to try to do something else when I felt that strong pain in my chest again. This time the opportunity to steal a moment from fate would involve giving up Black and exposing him to who knows what would go through the plans of such a horrible, so ruthless person. "It's an animal." It's him. Or it's me. And my family. After all, life is about making choices. Of some...you can regret it for life. “I hope you don't mind traveling accompanied.”

“So what? I like driving profits higher. And they’re only uncertain to those who don’t know what they’re doing. I do. That’s the difference. That gives us a huge advantage.” “You could end up driving our business into the ground. What you propose would risk everything.” She gave him a condescending look. “The higher the risk, the higher the reward, you should know that, Mr. Business Guy. The difference is that I’m just not afraid of taking risks like you Tsarkopolis boys apparently are.”

Not heavy. Not pressing. Present. Lyra leaned back slightly, letting the quiet exist without filling it. And then she saw it clearly. For years, risk had meant something precise. Loss of control. Exposure. Failure that carried consequences beyond herself. Something to anticipate. Something to counter. Something to survive. This was different. This risk did not threaten to take something from her. It asked her to stay. To remain present without authority. To allow connection without leverage. To want without justification. That made it more dangerous.

"About how much I love him. How much I need him." "That's not a bad thing." "Isn't it? Needing someone this much... it makes you vulnerable." "It makes you human." "I used to think I was better off alone. Safer." "And now?" "Now I know I'd rather risk everything for one day with him than play it safe for a lifetime without him." "That sounds like your answer right there." "What do you mean?" "You're worried about losing him. But you've already decided he's worth the risk. So instead of focusing on what might happen, focus on what you have right now."

"If that's your decision, then I won't stop you. But don't say I didn't warn you." I knew he was right. This was a risky and absolutely reckless move. But the thought of walking away, of letting go of the last piece of my past, was more painful than any potential loss. I had to try. It’s better to try with all your power and fail, than to do nothing at all and live in regret for the things you could have achieved if you had at least made an effort to try. ~~~~~~~~~