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Saturday, July 30, 2005

risquer

Rire, c'est risquer de paraître idiot.
Pleurer, c'est risquer de paraître sentimental.
Aller vers quelqu'un, c'est risquer de s'engager.
Exposer ses sentiments, c'est risquer d'exposer son moi profond.
Présenter ses idées, ses rêves à la foule, c'est risquer de les perdre.
Aimer, c'est risquer de ne pas être aimé en retour.
Vivre, c'est risquer de mourir.
Espérer, c'est risquer de désepérer.
Essayer, c'est risquer d'échouer.
Mais, il faut prendre des risques, car le plus grand danger dans la vie, c'est de ne rien risquer du tout.
Celui qui ne risque rien, ne fait rien, n'a rien, n'est rien.
Il peut éviter la souffrance et la tristesse mais il n'apprend rien, ne resent rien, ne peut changer ni se développer, ne peut ni aimer ni vivre.

Enchaîné par sa certitude, il devient esclave, il abandonne sa liberté.

Seuls ceux qui risquent sont libres.

(Auteur inconnu)

7 Comments:

Anonymous Richard said...

Why do I bother?

I've just finished doing a hideous slice of thesis typing (and I swear I'm developing a nasty strain of monitor-blindness), and after buying two CDs and a subscription to a music magazine online (I like music!) I thought to myself "why don't I visit Jenny's blog?"

So I came and ... it's in French. I can't read it. I can't even tell if it's funny or serious. Why?????

Moaning aside, I'm well impressed that you volunteer. The place Wendy lives sounds a bit Dickensian, but it's really great that you can go and you're obviously having a really positive effect.

I want muffins now. Rhubarb is so underrated (and poisonous if you don't cook it right, apparently, or maybe it's just the leaves).

Thesis news: I've just finished writing the first three chapters. That was the last two weeks' work, though most of it was done yesterday. I haven't done any proofreading of the most recent bits yet, but I'm going mad so I have to stop now.

As long as my Supervisor OKs everything I'm on track for finishing very soon. Woo.

Woo moreover as I've got gainful employment for the next year. Here in Edinburgh. I'm going to be ... a lecturer (of the lowliest kind)! With my own office and duty to act like a grown-up. Eek!

8:00 PM  
Anonymous Richard again said...

I didn't do all of two weeks' work yesterday. I was wrong. Like I said, it's monitor blindness. And perhaps too much caffeine.

Most of the first three chapters had been written already. It's just the really tedious bit of ordering everything and sticking the bullshitty (pardon me) bits in and making sure you've dotted all the i's and crossed all the t's that I've been doing for the last two weeks.

8:03 PM  
Anonymous Richard yet again said...

PPS Sorry for whingeing earlier. I threw my mighty powers of GCSE french at your poem, and worked out a few of the lines. (See how maths language colours everything I say?)

Are you the auteur inconnu?

8:29 PM  
Blogger jennywren said...

No, I'm not the auteur inconnu, but I'd like to claim to be. Actually, this was stuck on the wall of the hostel in Quimper, and I kind of like it. It cheers me up when I think my life is in a mess.... Haha. Anyway, I'm going to NEW YORK!! Woohoo!! Sorry, I won't be able to make it to Italy with you guys now, although you know I would if I could... I wish I could permanently be on holiday... wouldn't that be nice. But seriously, I hope you have a really good time, and you are definitely in good hands with A and B and H etc. They will show you the ways and I'm sure you'll enjoy all the crisp sandwiches. Unfortunately I won't be there to force you to write your journal, so I'll have to trust you on that one. Good luck with the thesis writing... remember to dot all the i's and crossed all the t's...

9:36 PM  
Blogger jennywren said...

Oops, sorry Richard yet again, I meant CROSS all the t's.

9:37 PM  
Blogger jennywren said...

PS, congratulations on the new job! Aren't you just GUTTED that you won't be living in York?

9:39 PM  
Blogger Frandom said...

A strangely encouraging poem - what I could understand of it anyway! Come on Jenny - just take this poem with you to Sheffield. Daijobu yo!

4:54 PM  

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