An authentic life requires a constant exposure to risk

An authentic life requires a constant exposure to risk.

I must be willing to risk my relationship with myself, and others, at every turn, otherwise I become complicit in a insidious and dubious practice of subverting my very own authenticity. And that which I practice I become good at and that what I become good at I grow comfortable in, and that which I grow comfortable in I seek and am comforted by in its familiarity even tho it serves not me, my wishes for myself, nor my relationships.

This discomfort becomes an incumbent and trusted ally in the pursuit of a sovereign life.