Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂
( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 )
There are times when I am following my dreams that the road can get a bit bumpy and filled with challenges, it is then I recall the words of Mr. Roosevelt.. 🙂
“It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes short again and again, who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause, the man who at best knows achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.” – (Theodore Roosevelt )
And there is always hope “Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all.” (Emily Dickinson)
It’s a quiet Sunday morning after a few days of heat, humidity and storms, some remnants of the weather left over…
Managed to emerge unscathed “Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain” (Author Unknown).. 🙂
And during those storms, while venturing down memory lane and contemplating the future, I came across a dream I had… 🙂 “There are some people who live in a dream world, and there are some who face reality; and then there are those who turn one into the other.” – (Douglas H. Everett)
In history’s past on the path I had a dream
Of the world in harmony it did seem,
Accepting one as who they believe and are
One’s life’s choices, no one did bar.
Free, to climb a mountain, to touch a star
Free, to search the universe, where answers are,
Free to venture through life, with open eyes and mind
Another creature’s belief, will not blind.
Free to boldly walk the lands, both far and near
All the while following ones dreams, without fear,
Not to be accepted by social ideology, you see
But the love, kindness, knowledge within, of a spirit born free.
Free, for ones humanity to embrace
Not being labeled by belief, gender or race,
Free, for one’s dignity not to be denied
Though there’s many a mortal, who has tried.
Here on the path it’s not a dream, but a reality
To follow ones dream, with a open heart, you see,
Free to love another without fear, as it should be
For here on the path, one is born free.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)
“Maybe I’m not so different from everyone else after all. It’s like somebody gave me a puzzle, but I don’t have the box with the picture on it. So I don’t know what the final thing is supposed to look like. I’m not even sure if I have all the pieces.” (Sharon M. Draper )
Alas, I must close the book on memory lane for now because “You can’t start the next chapter of your life if you keep re-reading your last chapter.” (Author Unknown) and Fate (and my answers) await on the horizon….
So it is on down the path I must go… I cannot turn back the clock as “Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.” ( Maria Robinson ) but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…
“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” ( Maya Angelou )”
“For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others, For beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness, And for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone.” (Audrey Hepburn )