The Monster (treadmill) faces the windows where I can look out on my backyard. While I was walking earlier I watched one of the cats intently watching something. Then, ever so slowly it crept across the yard stalking what ever it had its eyes on. As I watched, I finally saw what had the cat’s undivided attention. A young squirrel hurried up the tree as the cat pounced and missed. Do, the cat, climbed part way up the tree then thought better of that action. Dropping to the ground he waited. Then, began an interesting though daring game. The squirrel would climb really low on the tree only to scurry back up quickly at the cat’s approach. This went on for quite a while before the squirrel tired of the game and left. The cat has since wandered off to find something else to claim its attention and time.
I wonder how many of us do as that squirrel? How many play daring games with danger? How many of us take chances where we know, if we lose, we really lose.
Then again, what do we accomplish, when we take no chances at all? We may remain safe, but are we really living?