On risking romance in a decidedly unromantic world..

It is said that when there is no one else in the world willing to risk a tragic ending for a small taste of romance, the poets will die weeping for humanity...  Have we become the generation unwilling to commit to anything but a sure thing?  Sadly, I believe we have.  People are evolving into social research analysts, and they demand the next click of the button.  To me though, I think it's tragic unto itself, that we avoid taking any risk that may result in a personal failure or sublime end.  How do we achieve art without the spontaneous actions that more often than not, result in the mistakes that become the defining paramount of our lives?  How can we continue as human beings without making the occasional leap from reason, a sacrifice for something we truly want?  A leap of trust in someone else, not a leap of faith to the supernatural.  I don't believe we can continue this way.  If we do, we will become reactionary computers and pleasure machines that have conformed to a brave new world, "alone and palely loitering."  We escape relationships with each other through machines and gods, and when we finally do make that leap, it is for the wrong reasons.