The safest choice can become dangerous when safety is the only reason you made it.

Safety is a fine ingredient and a poor reason. When avoiding risk is the only thing recommending a path, you tend to end up somewhere that protects you from loss while quietly preventing anything worth having. The danger is slow and undramatic. It arrives as a life that is fine and shrinking.

Look at a current choice and list its merits without using the word safe or any of its relatives. If the list goes empty, you have found something worth examining. That does not mean leaping. It means finding one small risk that is genuinely survivable and taking it, so safety stops being the only thing you know how to do.