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Risk-Free is Not Free At All by Mark Hatmaker

 


We begin our journey with an observation from Pulitzer Prize winning Harvard microbiologist, Dr. Rene Dubos.

The history of man…is a long saga of difficulties overcome, of emergencies that had to be met in order to avoid destruction. Dangers, real or imaginary, and fear of the unknown used to be part of everyday life, but the unexpected also contributed an atmosphere of adventure and expectancy—the type of exhilaration that helps man to free himself from bondage to matter and reach for the stars. Accumulation of earthly goods does not make up for this exhilaration, without which the zest for life is readily lost. The indifferent and the outwardly satisfied are less likely to retain happiness and mental sanity than are those who sacrifice well-being and comfort for the sake of ideals or illusions.”—Mirage of Health

Hardships overcome, dangers faced, fears conquered, or at least, tempted. Again and again the scientific literature redounds with this being the formula for a happy fulfilling life.



A Female Adventurer Throws Shade

At the turn of the last century, intrepid female explorer Elta Close on her fellow females who tell her, “Oh, I’d love to do what you do but…”

BTW-Her venom is for all who sit under the shade-tree of excuses and, “If only’s…”

“Looking with a disinterested spinster eye on the world, I notice that even when women have the health and the money to be free, they seem to like the feeling of being anchored…for those who do not marry a man seem inevitably to marry themselves to a garden, or a house, or a dog, and then having forged their own chains say pathetically, “If only I were free, how I would love to travel and see the world.” In the year of our Lord 1922, I was free, and I realized it.”

A Warrior Path Out

Let us return to Dr. Dubos and his offering of a possible remedy for those of us who simply love our day-to-day luxuries [and I do at that.]

“…the more civilization increases in complexity and the more it compels its members to become specialized, the more it is necessary to maintain a certain number of human activities in a primitive, unorganized state. In a wise society, leisure and holidays—instead of becoming stereotyped as they presently are [i.e., touristified, scheduled, pre-packaged] should play a role similar to that of national parks and wildlife reservations, where plants and animals retain some chance to practice the mechanisms which have permitted evolutionary adaptation.”

Those of us engaged in low-grade “stress” office/retail/risk-free occupations are best served by periods of “wild” blowout, active vacations, risky holidays, risqué weekend endeavors to give full play to our humanity.

Those occupied in real-world life-and-death endeavors [LE, FOB military personnel, etc.] are the ones best served by the stereotypical rest and relaxation: cruise ship timetable living, vegging in front of the TV, toes in the sand, that the risk-free “require” to “recharge” after a “stressful” day of not risking their lives.

[It is interesting to note, that these very skin-in-the-game vocations—military/firefighters and the like-- are the ones most often attracted to riskier avocations in their downtime. They seem to intuitively recognize that the human animal not only craves scalable risk, but it also thrives upon it.]

Depression rates plummet and happiness and subjective well-being increases when the human animal is “tested.” [See Sebastian Junger’s Tribe for a book-length treatise on the “We can be at our best when times are worst” premise.]



Observation from a Vietnam Veteran

Dr. John A. Parrish served with the 3rd Marine Division from 1968-69.

Life was much different in the bush. I lived with my corpsman and with the marines instead of with other doctors. Marines did not seem to get sick as much in the front lines as in the rear.”

Marines, nobody’s idea of softies, can be comparatively “soft” when not exposed to soul-testing. Dr. Parrish noted more “sickness” in relative safety.

How much more so for we with no threat of “Incoming!”?

What persistent complaint might we safe-ones “cure” with a little risk?

This is not an argument for war. Nor is it a plea for all to tackle El Capitan.

It is a finger pointing to the science and moral tales offered from “those in the know” that many of our First World mind/body/spirit “problems” might best be rectified not with First World luxury, but with a bit of time in a self-selected “Wild Game Preserves for the Human Spirit.”

Dear Ma and Pa

This topic is inexhaustible but let us close with a line from a letter from a young cowboy to family back home.

Easy livin’ makes you soft. The soft don’t take chances but still bruise mighty easily simply because they’re soft and get softer every day. The Hard are harder to bruise, and whatever bruises they get, they damn sure have a story behind ‘em.

May you have a helluva life full of fun, a bit of risk, and a vivacious dash of derring-do!

[Excerpted from the upcoming book “The Frontier Stoic: Life Lessonsfrom Folks Who Lived a Life.”]

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