When is the last time you took a risk? How did it work out?

Every day I take a risk. The risk of living another day in a world so harsh when it feels like all the effort and hard work you put in doesn’t pay off.

The risk of failure, always feeling like its going nowhere. What’s it all for anyway?

But I keep on going and hold on to the little hope I’ve got left, clinging to it and swinging from branch to branch. Exploring a jungle of digital design day by day.

At any moment just one small mistake could lead me to falling deep down to the lands below, where all is but hollow. Missing that grapple onto the next branch or vine made of green binaries.

But I keep on going. Because I must. And I can. And because I realise… it could be worse, ay? But it could be better, and that’s what I strive for for tomorrow day. Yay.

Also me and teh lads just only went an gambled it all on red init and we gone n bloody lost da bag, feckin ‘el.

Only kidding, I never gamble… unless I’m playing monopoly or wondering whether or not I should press the big red button under my desk that initiates the end of the world.