Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..
(No nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 ).
“I never say goodbye because goodbye sounds too much like forever and forever makes me cry”…. Larry “Dutch” Woller
“Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.” Helen Keller
“My will shall shape the future. Whether I fail or succeed shall be no man’s doing but my own. I am the force; I can clear any obstacle before me or I can be lost in the maze.. My choice; my responsibility; win or lose, only I hold the key to my destiny”. Elaine Maxwell
End of the week, doing a load of laundry and thought I would pop in and leave a few thoughts… fed the pond fish earlier…
They are goldfish and stay in the pond year around… the pond is near ten feet long by eight feet wide and six inches to two and one half feet deep…. About 4 years ago I visited a store and saw they were selling these goldfish as feeder fish… they were not accepted by society, considered “misfits”… I purchased them, put them in the pond and they have been there ever since….
Also, another “misfit” I purchased in histories past was this “lucky” bamboo….
They were going to throw it away because no one wanted it, now it has a special place in my secret garden… 🙂 ventured to the grocery yesterday and saw two more “misfits”, two sweet potatoes that no one wanted…
I brought them home, started them in water to take root and one day they will join this one…
And be part of my secret garden… also thought I would mention two other “misfits” that dwell here on the path… one, of course, is Attila the possum…
On this occasion, in Attila’s search for adventure, Attila entered the “doggy” door to the outdoor deck and were suddenly on the inside looking out… a face only a mother could love.. 🙂 after I took the picture, I opened the door and she ventured out and disappeared into the night…
Another “misfit” is this furry tailed rebellious knucklehead…
Who seems to be determined to dig up my tomato plants and neighbors flowers in search of treasure…. 🙂 another “misfit” who greets me every morning (when I check my weather instruments while it is still dark) is my spider buddy…
He has made a home there, raising a family and not bothering anyone… why are they misfits?..because they are different, doing their thing and looked down upon by society and man…. And what about little ole me, one would ask?.. Well,
He is a old hippie
His destiny yet to behold
He is too old for the new
And he don’t fit in with the old
He is not trying to make a fuss
He is just trying to adjust
… expect that makes me a misfit also… 🙂 but on the path least traveled it is about life’s choices, about choosing ones path to ones destiny and the freedom to make that choice…my little band of misfits and I chose the path least traveled and it made all the difference…
Journey of Self Discovery…
What I am
Who I want to be
Am I just a stranger in this dinosaur world,
or my is existence limited to rest ,eat and pee.
Every day is a new day ,
I try to discover myself,
The identity crisis lulls over me,
In calm, yet monstrous glee,
Failing to find what exactly constitutes my being.
One day I want to be a doctor,
Other day an engineer,
Or even a scientist,
The society decides my ambition,
What career to pursue is guided by secure future norms,
They say I have a lunatics mind,
Persuade my mother to put some sense into me.
Enough is said,
I, my setting on a journey of my own,
The mistakes I make shall be mine,
The regrets shall be my defined,
Its fall or rise,
Time will play a key role,
As Frost said,
I have an option of two paths ahead of me,
One pre decided by my ancestors,
less risky and challenging,
Other of my own,
I decide to take the less traveled one,
To mark on journey of my own.
The laundry is done so I had better close for now…also have adventures to pursue on the path…but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise..
I see a rainbow on the horizon, are you going to join me in my adventure, Israel Kamakawiwo’ole? 🙂