The narrow escape

As humans, the risk is inevitable, and at some points in one's life, there won't be another option than to take the risk you've never foreseen that would ever come your way. As humans, we might be living our lives carefully, trying to do things moderately, and just enjoying life as it comes, but the bad news is that life itself is a risk.

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Each day we wake up, many risks are waiting for us as we step out of our beds. Each day is filled with risks that we take, consciously or unconsciously. Risk is also one of the things that makes life fun. If you have everything at your disposal, you wouldn't have the experience of what the other side of the world is like.

Some take risks in their businesses, some in their academics, and some in every area of their lives. Growing up, I thought my parents would be the risk-takers; they would always be there to guide me and hold my hand, but adulthood came knocking so fast that I didn't take note of the time I had to take my own risks.

I haven't had much experience with taking risks because it's either not yet time or luck is just on my side, but I know sooner or later a time will come when I will have to take a risk to get to my desired destination to complete my success story.

But recently, a risk I could say I took that nearly took my life along with it was when I tried crossing at night. I don't go out at night, which is one of the things I detest. I noticed I don't feel comfortable whenever I'm out at night; I have strange feelings that I'm not always comfortable with, and this made me always round up whatever I'm doing by 6 p.m. and be indoors.

But last Friday, I had to forsake my comfort and go out around 8 p.m. to get what to eat as I was unable to cook that night. The woman near my house didn't have what I wanted to buy, so I had to go across the street. Before going, I thought twice, as I knew I was not comfortable with it, but I had no choice.

It was like preparing to go to war; I had to fight within my spirit before I was finally convinced. Apart from not being comfortable out at night, my vision at night is not so sharp, which is the main reason I always try as much as possible to protect myself.

I crossed the first tarred road, and I had to wait a little bit before I could cross the second one. As cars were passing, I waited patiently until I was sure I could cross, and then I did. Suddenly, a car approached from nowhere and nearly knocked me down.

That night, I could say my heart was practically out of my chest, I was scared to the marrow, and I had to wait for a few minutes to catch my breath. I'm checking if I'm still alive because it was a narrow escape that night; if not, it would have been another story entirely. The risk I took that night was a big one for me because it could have claimed my life.

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