That's why Alex Honnald's story baffles me. He climbs without ropes, without climbing gear, without anything more than his bare hands. Oh, and this guy isn't climbing trees. He climbs 1,600 foot rock walls. Not so much of a sure thing.
In the full segment aired on 60 Minutes, an expert says it's only a matter of time before Alex falls and when one falls from 1,600 feet, the only thing waiting at the bottom is death.
Crazy, for sure. Thoughts to ponder, you bet.
I talk about dreams quite a bit, and Alex's climbing reminds me of dreams and risks. If we climb to our dreams too quickly, we slip and fall. We are too inexperienced, not ready. If we climb too slowly, our arms give out from exhaustion. We tire of pushing forward day after day.
And then there's the idea of risk. Not climb-up-the-face-of-the-mountain-kind-of-risk (yes, yes, I agree, Alex is crazy), but risk still the same. When we are young, risk proves easy. Fewer people look to us for stability. Fewer bills came addressed in our name.
For me, risk isn't physical risk.
Risk means starting a blog and sending out stories and bits of myself. It's easier to say writing is hard, and rejection is frequent, and I don't have time.
Risk means entering in situations with people different than me. It's easier to surround myself with people like me, people who live like me and drive cars like me and laugh at my jokes because well, they are like me.
Risk means pushing ahead because God tells me to and not because I feel like it. Just like Alex, I'm "pasting my feet to the ceiling and hoping they stick".
Question for you: When is the last time you took a risk? What big or small risks are you taking now?