Coelho's point cuts deeper than mere cheerleading for adventure—he's suggesting that caution itself becomes a form of poverty, that the safe life accumulates only theoretical knowledge. Notice he doesn't say "risks are worth taking"; he says nothing *substitutes* for experience, making safety not just cautious but actually inferior. A person who studies three languages in books but speaks none has less real knowledge than someone who stumbled through broken conversations abroad, and both of them know it. That gap between knowing and living is what makes the difference between a life examined and a life actually *lived*.