Every once in a while

There are some people who are thrill-seekers. People who constantly seek the thrill of jumping off cliffs, the addictive adrenaline rush and the heart-in-mouth feel of falling. They might not care even if no one is there to catch them at the end of the fall. And it may hurt, but because they are thrill-seekers they will just get right back up and scale that cliff to fling themselves off again.

I do not belong to that category of people. But every once in a while, one gets tired of being so cautious and guarded all the time. Sometimes irrationality sets in, and when an opportunity comes along, one might just throw caution to the winds, and take that leap of faith off the cliff, eyes closed arms spread out, and hope blindly that the person you decide to leap off the cliff for will be catching you in a rock solid embrace at the bottom. 

And if no one catches you, you simply land on hard ground, with a few bruises here and there, but you will not die. You will only remember why you wore that cloak of caution in the first place, and scurry to put it on again. But every once in a while, you will get tired of it. And the cycle of irrationality begins again.