Well Atobe, the reason why I keep things under control is that it allows me the freedom to run a few things on the ragged edge!

Apologies, by the way, for taking so long to post – it has been a busy week.
In general, I certainly do not dismiss members of the opposition in disgust, but I do not have enough faith in what I see at present. As I mentioned before, I treasure my invisibility because scrutiny interferes with my goals. I would have to take a very carefully calculated risk if I were to back any member of the opposition. Such an individual would have to be savvy enough to understand the rules of the game, intelligent enough to use those rules to advantage and canny enough to maintain my invisibility. I can see no such person in Singapore's political scene. For the moment, the situation is not set for such an endeavour.
Speaking of endeavours, you are right in saying that almost every action we perform carries a certain amount of risk, and my philosophy has always been to minimise, if not eliminate that risk, in order to ensure success. I have often been found out on a limb, literally and figuratively, trying to achieve things that many others wrote off as being impossible or too complex. Certainly in my younger years, I had my fair share of failures, often with spectacular results. However, underlying all of those adventures was the sense that the formula was intrinsically right, even though some variables were off the mark. Along the way in secondary school, I developed for myself what I fondly call the Boeing school of life: you visit the site of the accident and pick through the wreckage, working out what went wrong and how to prevent it from going wrong again. After that, never revisit the crash site.
I cannot speak on the behalf of others about what drives others to persist despite repeated failures, but I can clearly remember what set me on that path. I was in Primary 2 when a test result showed my IQ to be 142. These days, of course, I know that the figure has little real meaning, but it was a rather heady experience for an eight-year-old, and from that point on, nobody could presume to tell me anything that did not entirely make sense to me. To some extent, the obnoxious eight-year-old lives on - I refuse to believe that something is impossible until I find it out for myself.
The next milestone was the day of my passing-out parade. That evening, I sat in my room staring at the beret in my lap and a thought occurred to me: up to that point, I had been running about trying to prove something, but I had neglected to consider what I was trying to prove and who I was trying to prove it to. From that point, I decided that I had to be my own compass, and working out how that was to be achieved has been my biggest challenge to date.
I am fortunate in that I have experienced the influence of a number of individuals who had met this challenge before I did. I watched and learned from them, and right now I know enough about it to use those lessons for myself, but I have as yet not learned enough to pass those lessons on. Perhaps it is one of those things that one has to see rather than hear.
There is a certain freedom in being able to define one's goals for oneself, but it comes at a price. Nobody is there to answer your questions and you become your harshest judge, one that you cannot walk away from, ignore or berate into submission.
A case in point comes from this week. There is a project that I am working on at the moment, and for the life of me I could not understand my boss' vision of how it has to be done. My boss can be quite an abrasive individual (as Americans are wont to be), but I have already told him that he has to try much harder if he wants to upset me.

What did annoy me, and what kept annoying me until I got the answer, was that I did not have a clear enough understanding of what was required of me, to the point that I could almost instinctively take the correct course of action. Along the way, I think I got my boss to tear some of his hair out, because I kept getting it wrong. I could have simply gone with exactly what he prescribed, but that was not satisfying – I knew what worked, but I did not know how it worked – so I kept working at defining the underlying principles until I got it right. I have been in this sort of situation plenty of times before, and until the problem was solved, I was continuously harangued by that harshest of judges – myself.
Should we inhibit children from taking risks so that they can learn? Certainly not. That said, I think a modicum of resistance should be applied, so that at very least these children can be prepared for they naysayers they will inevitably encounter in the wider world. Given the general tendency for people to react to environmental influences, perhaps the “psychotic” (in the non-medical sense

) risk-takers could be from environments on either end of the inhibition scale. They could have been so inhibited that they now have an extreme reaction against any constraints, or on the other end of the scale, they may never have been aware of the existence of such constraints in the first place. As with most things, inhibition needs to be applied in moderation.
As you suggested, the ability to take calculated risks by properly evaluating situations and making logical decisions is something that I believe can be nurtured. This of course raises the question of what the key elements in such a nurturing process would be. I will have to think about this one for a while and see if I can come up with a cogent theoretical framework within which such a process could be carried out.