From "To see a World in a Grain of Sand"
I looked and saw a squirrel jump from one high tree to another. He appeared to be aiming for a limb so far out of reach that the leap looked like suicide. He missed but landed, safe and unconcerned, on a branch several feet lower. Then he clibed to his goal, and all was well.
And old man sitting on the bench said, "Funny Iíve seen hundreds of Ďem jump like that, especially when there are dogs around and they canít come to the ground. A lot of Ďem miss, but Iíve never seen any hurt in trying." Then he chuckled. "I guess theyíve got to risk it if they donít want to spend their lives in one tree."
I thought, "A squirrel takes a chance have I less nerve than a squirrel?"
Since then, whenever I have to choose between risking a new venture or hanging back, I hear the old man on the park bench saying, "Theyíve got to risk it if they donít want to spend their lives in one tree."
So Iíve jumped again and again. And in jumping Iíve learned why squirrels do it so often: itís fun.