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For quite some while now, I have been meaning to write this out. Not because I need to, but because I think I owe it to my few faithful readers to sum up the one theme that was in and out on my blog for a while now.

Like you all might know, for a few months I was going round and round in eccentric circles. Amongst other things, my blog was dominated by this one thought, this one risk that I "almost" took so many times that by the end of it, it seemed pretty stupid and pathetic.

You will be glad to know that whilst I stood at the edge of this decision, I did take a plunge. I leaped, and how I leaped. I plunged face forward into what could have been the worst decision of my life. Only, it turned out to be just one more mistake, stacked in the file of could-have been's.

Life is strange. It can be quite a surprise if you watch yourself do things that you thought you never would. All my risky behavior has left me with is a slight amusement at how easy it was to move on from something that I was so hung over.

Perhaps thats what they mean when they say "get it out of your system". I took a chance and I lost the bet. But hell, who cares, at least I will never wonder, what if......

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  1. AS19 January 2011 at 20:07

    If you do not take the plunge, its the kaash .. what if, .. if you do, its a risk, and then one moves on in both the cases. Glad you are out of it, what matters is that the thing is sorted out :)

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  2. Anonymous20 January 2011 at 00:17

    :)

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  3. Unknown20 January 2011 at 23:45

    atleast i"ll never wonder what if..

    :)

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  4. Anonymous23 January 2011 at 03:36

    Great to know you were amused at the end of it. That's how life should be. Never regret, just turn back and laugh at what happened and cherish the moments that you have at your hand and ahead. Cheers.

    And maybe, just maybe....you weren't the one who lost, after all. Think about it. Cheers again.

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  5. Anonymous23 January 2011 at 07:29

    @ Anonymous... I have a gut feeling that you aren't really anonymous. Are you who I think you are?

    Also, I was definitely on the losing end of this game. But, yes I have never found moving on from things too difficult. So even a losing bet was worth it because it gave me the satisfaction of knowing that I took that risk and didn't leave things to chance.

    Cheers :)

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  6. Anonymous23 January 2011 at 10:11

    cool

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  7. Anonymous23 January 2011 at 18:19

    hmmmm.... @anonymous, i would appreciate if you'd be transparent. This way, you are messing with my head.

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  8. Anonymous25 January 2011 at 10:24

    cheers it is

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