[Conversations with Vincent were a lot like playing a game of snakes and ladders. Just when one thought he was getting ahead, some unsuspecting snake reared its head and undid all the progress that was made. Such was how Kit felt when he suddenly found himself recalling his past once more. He'd thought he'd moved on from that, had distracted himself enough with talk of music...
But he was wrong.
There was a time, not even that long ago, when he'd thought that way. Even now, there were times when the rewards for doing a job were enough to convince him to take it. But there was no real satisfaction in anything that was purely for monetary gain. Such things were like an infertile paradise. Once all the fruits were plucked, there was nothing left. It was empty. And he'd filled so much of his youth chasing such treasures...spent so much time looking in all the wrong directions and not for what was truly important.]
I've learned that risk reaps the greatest rewards, but I've also discovered that the type of risk is an important factor in that equation.
[Turning his gaze away from Vincent, Kit lowered his chin to the top of his knees and stared out over the empty and dimly lit lobby. He was hesitant to continue speaking, as if voicing his thoughts would dredge up old feelings, or amplify and make those already present that much worse. But he did not remain silent for long.]
The more of ourselves we sacrifice, the greater the prize that awaits. Like playing roulette, with everything you are hanging in the balance — that sort of risk is the most exciting of all because it yields the greatest return.
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[Conversations with Vincent were a lot like playing a game of snakes and ladders. Just when one thought he was getting ahead, some unsuspecting snake reared its head and undid all the progress that was made. Such was how Kit felt when he suddenly found himself recalling his past once more. He'd thought he'd moved on from that, had distracted himself enough with talk of music...
But he was wrong.
There was a time, not even that long ago, when he'd thought that way. Even now, there were times when the rewards for doing a job were enough to convince him to take it. But there was no real satisfaction in anything that was purely for monetary gain. Such things were like an infertile paradise. Once all the fruits were plucked, there was nothing left. It was empty. And he'd filled so much of his youth chasing such treasures...spent so much time looking in all the wrong directions and not for what was truly important.]
I've learned that risk reaps the greatest rewards, but I've also discovered that the type of risk is an important factor in that equation.
[Turning his gaze away from Vincent, Kit lowered his chin to the top of his knees and stared out over the empty and dimly lit lobby. He was hesitant to continue speaking, as if voicing his thoughts would dredge up old feelings, or amplify and make those already present that much worse. But he did not remain silent for long.]
The more of ourselves we sacrifice, the greater the prize that awaits. Like playing roulette, with everything you are hanging in the balance — that sort of risk is the most exciting of all because it yields the greatest return.