This part 1 of three is to be named
whimsically
Alone, the title doesn’t make sense
It appears to advocate behavior that’s
risky
But this is where a series shall commence
Consider the reserve in which many bind
themselves
Choose not to act without assurance of success
Resign themselves to what is known and
expected
Choosing not to put luck to the test
If nothing is ventured, nothing is gained
With that in mind, I act without thought
To move ahead recklessly with little
reserve
Is how I’ve often found what I sought
Note I caution against running headlong
into what lays ahead
Undue haste begets waste after all
I still will proceed with all due speed
Swift joy is worth the pain of a fall
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