this risky biznez

Why does it feel as if tha truth has lost is dignity sometimes?
Especially when it is frequently flawed by weak justifications of convenient 'by-laws' people easily modify and adopt just to suit their circumstance.
How many times have we magnify faults of others as if they were mammoth crimes against mankind but when it comes to measuring the exact same action committed by ourselves, our moral lens of scrutiny suddenly converge to microscopic proportions?
It is really better to fall into the comfort zone of risk aversion so as to cushion the propensity of hitting rock bottom?
Even if it means that settling for this lower risk will garner lower returns… turning our backs to the infinite possibility of what may come by restricting the impossible?
Sure, we can all cover our spritual bases, diversify our soul investments so as to limit the emotional risk of going under but can that axiomatically guarantee a meaningful return for the mind, body and soul?
So while tha future remains to be a definitive, my prerogative will always be to unlatch from that false safety net…
Whereas plummeting does not seem an enviable prospect, I would rather hold on to my dream of freefalling into elysium than to curtail any future plummets simply for the sake of risk aversion.