First thought...

While walking to the kitchen to snack, my toes hurt, and it occurs to me that I've never broken a bone. Is this indicative of a life lived too cautiously? It's not that I want to break anything - though I am amazed by the body's ability to heal itself. While I have no objection to pain or physical discomfort (lucky, that) and indeed love to fight, I don't like the idea of a breakage interfering with actually doing anything useful, like typing or playing Assassin's Creed 2. And I should clarify, that while I love fighting (wrestling - not boxing), like most other competitive endeavours, I enjoy it more when I'm winning than when I am not. I know that there is something to be learned from every losing experience, but it tends to circulate around "this isn't fun, let's not get here again". Watching Boston Legal repeats - makes me think that I should try and get a law degree one day - would then my powers of disputation be unstoppable? Probably not... but it'd be fun.