“Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow them.” (Louisa May Alcott) on the path least traveled…

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… 🙂 Me 1 copy ( “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 🙂 ).. 🙂 A day to contemplate tomorrows and browse the memories of yesterday… 🙂

As I gaze upon the horizon
Where my Fate waits for me,
My mind gently browses the past
That which has become a memory.

I grew up on a farm
Ohhhhhh, the dreams had I,
To save the world from the dragons
Once, as a  Marine, I did try.

I once loved and lost
Suffered a broken heart, they say
But now the heart has mended
As love managed to find a way.

With my hands I helped  build a nation
Now the back is tired and sore,
But no white flag of surrender here
With a heart of dreams to do much more.

There were those by whom I were scorned
As I ventured down life's highway,
They ridiculed and condemned
As I lived and loved life my way.

Of the life I lived, I have no regrets
Would not change a thing, I must confess,
And I will continue to be me
As I venture down the path of happiness.

As my mortal clock starts to wind down
One wonders, is there another life for me,
For now, I must close, and seek out Fate
For Fate has the answer, Fate is the key.
     (Larry "Dutch" Woller)

As Edith Piaf once sang; Non, je n’ai aucun regret (No, I have no regrets ) … 🙂 Hello Diary, Change is taken place here on the path, bringing in the new (phone)..

But we are not getting rid of the old, for it too has a place… 🙂

Technology aside for the moment, it is a Sunday morning and time for tea, mediation and contemplating the tomorrows… 🙂

A peaceful Sunday Morning, watching the sunrise
Thoughts abound, whiled sipping a spot  of tea,
While taking in Nature's outdoor portrait
Contemplating, on what Fate may have in store for me.

Change is slowly coming, it whispers in the winds
The door is slowly closing on past history,
With a new awakening with the mind and heart
But the future is still shrouded in mystery.

With freedom of being different, in many ways
No social shackles do this mortal wear,
Do welcome change with open mind and heart
No fear, no worry or dread do I bear.

Does change stop at mortal death, one wonders
Or does it go on forever and ever,
Will I ask the same at another time and place
Somewhere past the 12th of Never?.

Will my thought and spirit continue
When, as in all things, time comes to an end,
Or does all things cease to be when
To the grave, the mortal body Fate does send.

Alas, but must deal with the present, this Sunday
So now will store thoughts and musings yet to be told,
For it is down the path least traveled I do venture
To search and hopefully find, what life and Fate may behold.

And at the end of the path lies the rainbow from where I will find my answers… 🙂 Alas, shall close for now “There is no real ending. It’s just the place where you stopped the story.” (Frank Herbert), but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t’ rise…. 🙂 Ahhhhh, browsing through the memories, thanking those were the days!!.. 🙂

“The only thing that stands between you and your dream is the will to try and the belief that it is actually possible.” (Joel Brown) on the path least traveled..

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… 🙂 Me 1 copy ( “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 🙂 ).. 🙂 “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)…

Hope is...

Hope is a feather floating in a bright blue sky
Hope is that sparkle that shines in your eyes.
Hope is a butterfly fluttering on the wind
Hope is good times spent with family and friends.

Hope is a newborn baby's cry
Hope is a Mother's lullaby.
Hope is the rainbow after a rain
Hope is the harvest of golden grain.

Hope is the light that keeps darkness at bay
Hope is the breeze on a hot summer day.
Hope is ever present and free of cost
Hope is the last thing ever lost.

Hope is the staying positive when the going gets rough
Hope is seeking help when you fell you've had enough.
Hope is recovery from simmering sorrow
Hope is believing in a brighter tomorrow.
                     (Linda Hotger)
Hello Diary, Have been busy preparing for winter.. had a visit by Jack Frost twice which means Ole Man Winter is around somewhere… 🙂

But in spite of life’s challenges, here on the path one still follows one’s dreams.. for one should “Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird, that cannot fly.” (Langston Hughes )….. 🙂

In history's pat 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 creatures 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 one's 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 one's 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)
“Every morning your have two choices: continue to sleep with your dreams, or wake up and chase them.” (Author Unknown)… 🙂 Well, I had better close for now.. have dreams to follow and leaves to gather..busy, busy, busy… 🙂 but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…. Until we meet again..
May flowers line your path
and sunshine light your way,
May songbirds serenade you
every step along the way.
May a rainbow run beside you
in a sky that's always blue.
And may happiness fill your heart
each day your whole life through.
      (Irish Saying)

“Did I offer peace today? Did I bring a smile to someone’s face? Did I say words of healing? Did I let go of my anger and resentment? Did I forgive? Did I love? These are the real questions. I must trust that the little bit of love that I sow now will bear many fruits, here in this world and the life to come.” (Henri Nouwen) on the path least traveled..

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… 🙂 Me 1 copy ( “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 🙂 ).. 🙂

“For time and the world do not stand still. Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past or the present are certain to miss the future.” (John F. Kennedy)

 

 

Winds of change...

I watched that heavy door  begin to close,
All the while the winds above me rose.
The years whisper and whistle back into my ear,
The memories haunted by sorrows and fear.

With a new day if finally dawned on me,
The past needed locking and I had the key.
Leave it behind, leap and fly away free,
Let the winds of change blow and  carry me.

Feel them lifting my wings now able to soar,
Up to an open sky and caged no more.
Flying  so fast to where no hurt can find,
A place of peace now inhabits my mind.

This heart full of courage never ceases to beat,
Knowing my history is not destined to repeat.
Clear paths now lead me to a new destination,
For my life, my future and the next generation.
                      (Kelly Deschler)





Hello Diary,

 

Yes, Dairy, even here on the path change is in the winds… and, with all the uncertainties in life, and winter approaching, a decision were made to purchase a treadmill… 🙂

 

 

I am not training for the Iron Man’s competition so it is a relatively simple, in-expensive treadmill… now, to make it interesting and enjoy world’s scenery, I enlisted the aid of the laptop..

 

 

With the treadmill and laptop, I can have a leisurely “walk” anywhere in the world… Portobello Road, for example.. 🙂

 

 

Or perhaps I can walk among the markets and visit the Eiffel Tower in Paris, France… 🙂

 

 

Or, perhaps browse the mysteries of the Far East, visit the harbors of Singapore… 🙂

 

 

And why stop there?!.. I could walk upon the Moon, is it made of cheese?.. 🙂

 

 

And while there, I could visit the galaxies and walk among the stars!!.. 🙂

 

 

Of course, we need the proper choice of music to walk by… and it appears we only have 80 days so we best get walking feet… 🙂

 

 

Well, I had better close for now, need to find my walking shoes.. But I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

 

 

Be it a highway, street, path or trail, as you walk down
your road of life...

May the love that you give
 always return to you
That family and friends are many
And always remain true,
May your mind only know peace
No suffering or strife,
May you spirit know love and happiness
On your journey through life.
                (Larry "Dutch"  Woller)

“I am free born and free bred, where I acknowledge no man as my superior, except for his own worth, or as my inferior, except for his own demerit.” (Theodore Roosevelt) on the path least traveled…

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… 🙂 Me 1 copy ( “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 🙂 ).. “And in the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.” (Abraham Lincoln ) … 🙂
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It is down the path least traveled I do go
To a rainbow filled horizon I  venture,
To seek, to learn, know peace, to enjoy life
A path filled with wonderful adventure.
 
A place where one is accepted as who they are
A spirit kindred to life, when mortal born,
A being coming from the depths within
And not subject to ridicule and scorn.
 
A place where I know freedom of thought and being
I am what I am, don’t you see,
Neither this one, neither that one, but all the above
In a mortal world, a free spirit, that’s me.
 
I do not travel the path alone, you see
There are memories and spirits to behold,
Spirits that share... the joy and sadness
As I gather more memories, down that least traveled road.
 
So how long will my journey be, one would ask
Will I see the end of the path...ever?
The answer, I believe, lies on the horizon
Somewhere past... the 12th of Never….
 
So shall bring my ramblings to an end
For there is one fact that I do know,
To reach the horizon, the 12th of Never
It’s down the path least traveled I must go!
      ( Larry “Dutch” Woller )
 
 
With eyes on the horizon, it is down the road I do venture, care to join me, my friend?… 🙂

Hello Diary, Took a brief break to deal with life’s challenges with pen…. received my ballot in the mail for voting in the general election…

Sit down with a spot of tea and pen in hand and made my thoughts known to the universe…. 🙂

I am not shackled to any ideology (religious, political or otherwise) “I would rather have a mind opened by wonder than one closed by belief” (Gerry Spence)… and I won’t say who I voted for but I did NOT vote for Donald Trump….. 🙂 Yes, again I woke up on the green side of the grass to a pleasant day with sunshine and a nice breeze and dreams to follow….

And in spite of life’s storms, “Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain” (Author Unknown), it is going to be a zip-a-dee-do-da day!… 🙂 Alas, I shall have to close, the day is calling…. but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂 Yes, with a spirit and heart born free, it is on down the path of life I travel… 🙂

“The greatest challenge in life is to be our own person and accept that being different is a blessing and not a curse”.. (Kilroy Oldster) on the path least traveled…

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… 🙂 Me 1 copy ( “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 🙂 ).. “It is not easy to find happiness within ourselves, and it is not possible to find it elsewhere.” (Agnes Repplier)….. 🙂

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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.
                          (Illahi Bedi)
 



Hello Diary,
(Still in the learning process for editor.. 🙂 )

“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


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A Spirit Born Free…
 
While sipping a spot of tea
And relaxing in the morning time,
While contemplating my tomorrows
Thought I’d pen some thoughts that rhyme.
 
As I venture through my life
With each step, all the while being me,
An open mind, a heart of dreams
A spirit, enjoying being free.
 
A spirit that views another
As another feels, wishes to be,
In a realm of acceptance
So another can enjoy being free.
 
Free…. to love another
No color, gender or race,
Only to know and feel happiness
No social walls to face.
 
Free to live life as one chooses
Fallow a dream, the heart would say,
Free to walk ones own path of life
Filled with adventures along the way.
 
There are those who would color me different
Many to gaze upon me with dismay,
But unlike them, I’ve found happiness
Because I chose to live life my way.
                         (Larry “Dutch” Woller)
 

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I Believe I’d Like To Be Different Instead…
 
And why do I wish to be different, you may ask,
The freedom to choose, to explore, to learn a lot,
Chained to a closed minded ideology…. NOT
Maybe so everyone can shout and point at me,
And say, “Hey, he’s different”, don’t you see.
 
My mind is clear and open, gathering knowledge every day
My spirit is young, adventuresome and floating free,
Not confined by those social chains, no box, no mold for me
I am what I am, I am me, what I wish to be,
Perhaps that makes me different, don’t you see.
 
So my heart’s compass is pointed to the horizon
Sails set full, safe harbor fading in the distance, a faint glow to eye it seems
And with a pocket full of memories, on the horizon are my dreams
On down the path least traveled I will venture, with spirit free
Why the path least traveled?..well, I’m different, don’t  you  see.
                                         ( Larry “Dutch” Woller )
 
Well, I had better close for now.. wind is in the sails and there may be some life’s storms but “I'm not afraid of storms, for I'm learning how to sail my ship.” (Louisa May Alcott)… I shall return again one day, Fate (and WordPress) be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂 Until we meet again let’s give PEACE, LOVE and LEARNING a try, Let’s give it a go, everyone and get on that peace train…

“It’s time for greatness — not for greed. It’s a time for idealism — not ideology. It is a time not just for compassionate words, but compassionate action. A lot of people are waiting for Martin Luther King or Mahatma Gandhi to come back — but they are gone. We are it. It is up to us. It is up to you. “ (Marian Wright Edleman) on the path least traveled…

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… 🙂

Me 1 copy

( “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 🙂 )..

“What difference does it make to the dead, the orphans and the homeless, whether the mad destruction is wrought under the name of totalitarianism or in the holy name of liberty or democracy?” ( Mahatma Gandhi)

We were volunteers, one and all
So Noble.. Proud.. and Brave,
Did not know the reasons for war
Just a people from tyranny to save!

Glasses held high, we made an toast
Surely that Victory would rule the day!
While back at home, the voices of unrest
Not a kind word for us did they say.>

Some could not vote, children were we
Some could not drink, but still our battle cry,
Even with all that we could not do
For us children, it was to do or die!

Vietnam was a hostile, violent land
The dangers, the horrors of war abound,
Whether the paddies of Vietnam or the fields of home,
Seemed for us, not a friend could be found.

But we proudly gave it our all
Faced our destiny, with a hint of fear of tomorrow
Some to return to a mother’s joy
Some to return to a mother’s sorrow.

So should you be looking on today
One more toast, hold your glasses high,
To PEACE, HOPE and LOVE, may they long endure
CHEERS, LASSIES AND LADS!!!.. And SEMPER FI

(penned on May 30, 2009 by; Sgt, Larry “Dutch” Woller
12th Marine Regiment
Vietnam, 1965–1966…)

Hello Diary,

“Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired, signifies in the final sense a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed.” (Dwight D. Eisenhower)

I set here looking at the news
The powers wanted peace they say,
And while they spoke, bombs were dropped
20 children died that day!

What’s wrong with this idea?
Why not give PEACE a try,
Let’s give it a go, everyone
Maybe no more children will die

Smiles on their faces, while shaking hands
Arms deals for defense would come into play,
A bomb went off in a crowded market
10 children died that day.

What’s wrong with this idea?
Why not give a world with LOVE a try,
Let’s give it a go, everyone
Maybe no more children will die

A war to end all wars, they said
Yet to war they always return,
Death, destruction, suffering and pain
Won’t they every learn?

What’s wrong with this idea?
Let’s give LEARNING a try,
Let’s give it a go, everyone
Maybe no more children will die.

Anger versus anger, hate versus hate
Seeds sown by war at home and away,
Starvation , sickness, a mother in tears
More and more children die every day.

What’s wrong with this idea?
Why not give PEACE, LOVE and LEARNING a try,
Let’s give it a go, everyone
Maybe no more children will die.
( Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Going to close for now.. Still learning here on WordPress and life… will return one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…. 🙂

Until we meet again…

May the sun shine all day long
Everything go right, nothing go wrong
May those you love bring love back to you
And may all the wishes you wish come true
(Irish Saying)

“Any piece of knowledge I acquire today has a value at this moment exactly proportioned to my skill to deal with it. Tomorrow, when I know more, I will recall that piece of knowledge and use it better. “ (Mark van Doren ) on the path least traveled…

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… 🙂 Me 1 copy ( “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 🙂 )..

…How are we so “different”? If “different” is just a thing. If we all have certain features, What does “different” bring? …People filled with hatred, Can’t possibly see, That there’s not really “differences” Between you and me. …Looks can’t show “difference”, If they’re just there to be seen. If you don’t look like someone else, Why are they so mean? …If being “different” is what is wrong, I’d rather not be right. And I’d want to finish living, Doing the “different” fight. (Vincent Tabatha) Hello Diary, …Sitting here with a spot of tea, watching the sun rise on the horizon….

….And I thought I would explain some how I post… in the past I would write on a blog site and on occasion would have technical issues and lose all my efforts.. well, as my parents always told me “never put all your eggs in one basket”… 🙂 ….Soooooo, I would do all my publishing in either Publisher (which I am doing now) or the equivalent (also using some of the blog sites technology) and then copy and post in the blog site, in this case WordPress… 🙂 ….I do all my work on a old computer that is not online and by using flash drives, post on another computer that is online, that way all my work is saved and backed up and not lost should there be a technical issue of some kind.. plus I can take my time, and if I need to leave before I am finished, I can save and return to it another time… 🙂 …..Welcome to my world online… 🙂

….Yes, I try to unite the new with the old…the words by the Bellamy Brothers come to mind… 🙂 …He’s a old hippie Not sure what to do, He don’t fit in with the old He’s too old for the new, He’s not trying to raise a fuss He’s just trying to adjust. (Bellamy Brothers) …..Will have to close and put technology on hold for now… weekends on the horizon, life is calling and dreams to follow… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂 …Until we meet again.. May love and laughter light your days, and warm your heart and home. May good and faithful friends be yours, wherever you may roam. May peace and plenty bless your world with joy that long endures. May all life’s passing seasons bring the best to you and yours! (Irish Saying)

“Living life is like learning how to drive a automobile, at some point in time one has to get into the driver’s seat and take control”.. (Larry “Dutch” Woller) on the path least traveled…

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… 🙂

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“If you think you can, you can. And if you think you can’t, you’re right” (Mary Kay Ash)… 🙂

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Time flies, and memories fade.
People change and new friendships are made.
Only the true remain forever at our side.
Eventually the disappointment and pain will subside.

It is all about the journey and what has yet to come.
Life is what you make of it; you are what you’ve become.
Life is too short to hold onto regrets.
Forgiveness is key even though you may never forget.

Cherish the good and remove the bad.
Some people don’t realize till it’s gone what they’ve had.
Moving on is a way of life.
There will always be obstacles, pain, and strife.

You must believe that you are strong enough to fight.
You have to believe in yourself to do what is right.
Always do for YOU no matter what you do,
Because in the end the only one who has your back is you.

Never be afraid to take a stand,
And always be willing to lend a helping hand.
A little bit goes a long way.
All it takes is a smile to brighten someone’s day.

Your chance to live is now, so what are you waiting for?
The world is yours for the taking and so much more.
Endless possibilities are forever at your disposal.
The chance to live another day is life’s golden proposal.

Never let anyone tear you down,
And never let anyone steal your shine and make you frown.
So will you sit in the shadows and let darkness win again?
Or will you rise up and make the light your friend?
(Hollianne Boucher)

Hello Diary,

Spent the weekend contemplating the future and dreams… and now, in spite of life’s storms, it is time to leave safe harbor “I’m not afraid of storms, for I’m learning how to sail my ship.”(Louisa May Alcott) and venture down the path to my destiny and happiness… 🙂

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I awoke one morning, alone, in history’s past..
Left with a heart full of memories, a decision to make,
Confronted with two paths to my destiny..
Heart and mind to decide which one to take.

Take the one most traveled, the logical safe choice…
The one chosen by the multitudes..the human race,
Like sheep, following a path determined by another…
No self identity, all bearing the same face.

A most traveled path whose direction is chosen by a few
The rest to follow, ever so blind,
Their destiny not chosen by their own hand
Their fate determined, by a closed mind.

The other path less traveled, mysterious and unknown
Where one can be different, like me I confess,
Without fear of ridicule, bigotry  and hate
A path filled with love… and happiness.

A path less traveled where one can follow ones dreams
An open mind to see what others do not,
To live a life guided by one’s heart
While the other path one cannot.

Decision made, with eyes on the horizon
It’s down the path least traveled I do venture,
Excitement fills the air, a smile on the face
Looking forward to a great adventure.

My fate will be unknown, what lies ahead unsure
I do not know…. what my destiny will be,
But one thing will be certain, written in stone
I shall venture down that path …..being “ME“.
          ( Larry “Dutch” Woller)

And whether it is this path..

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Or this path…

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It is on the road again…. 🙂

Sooooooooo, will close for now and set sail… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin and the creeks don’t rise…

And, until we meet again..

No matter the time or distance
Together we’ll live the hand that Fate has dealt us
Not sure, or dwell, on our final destiny,
But live to enjoy the moment, the hour, the day
That is what life is about, don’t you see.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

“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) on the path least traveled…

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… 🙂

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Yes, one cannot always go with the crowd, to follow society because “It is not easy to find happiness within ourselves, and it is not possible to find it elsewhere.” (Agnes Repplier )… 🙂

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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.
(Illahi Bedi)

Hello Diary,

It is a quiet Sunday morning… while listening to some quiet, meditating music I looked upon the horizon..

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I had a lovely conversation with Fate, one sided of course… 🙂

Tell me , Fate
You hold the key,
What is my destiny
Suppose to be?

I was not a king or president,
No powers did I hold,
I wasn’t a preacher or a pope,
No sermon for the fold.

Never learned to speak fine words
A country bumkin’ was I.
Were taught never to tell a falsehood
Learned never to tell a lie.

So tell me , Fate
You hold the key,
What is my destiny
Suppose to be?

Can no longer build cities
The back is tired and sore,
Turned the green earth into a parking lot once
A forest….. into a general store,

I was a soldier once
No longer have the heart for war, they say
Children’s cry of suffering, I heard
A memory still here today.

So tell me, Fate
You hold the key,
What is my destiny
Suppose to be?

I’ve tilled the soil as a farmer
Fed the world is what they say,
But I see the faces of hunger
Still this very day.

I’ve donated love, time and money
Ask for nothing in return,
But I see nothing has changed today
Will they ever learn?

I’ve tilled the fields and went to war
Helped build cities, towns and much more,
Sowed fields of flowers with tenderness an love
Has my destiny run it’s course, is there any more?

So tell me, Fate
You hold the key,
What is my destiny suppose to be?
( Larry “Dutch” Woller )

Well, I know one thing I would like to do, I cannot carry a tune in a bucket but I would like to teach the world to sing… 🙂

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Well, I won’t get any answers sitting here, so I had better close and venture on down the path… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

Until we meet again..

May the love that you give
Always return to you,
That family and friends are many
And always remain true,
May your mind only know peace
No suffering or strife,
May your heart only know happiness
On your journey through life.
May all your wishes come true for thee
And life is all that you wish for it to be.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

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“And in the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.” (Abraham Lincoln) on the path least traveled…

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… 🙂

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Yes, one cannot be happy unless one is happy within themselves, being who they are and wish to be, even if it means being different…and given the choice between following the crowd and being different, I believe I’d like to be different instead… 🙂

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And why do I wish to be different, you may ask,
The freedom to choose, to explore, to learn a lot,
Dictated to by a prophet chained to a myth…. NOT
Maybe so everyone can shout and point at me,
And say, “Hey, he’s different”, don’t you see.

My mind is clear and open, gathering knowledge every day
My spirit is young, adventuresome and floating free,
Not confined by those social chains, no box, no mold for me
I am what I am, I am me, what I wish to be,
Perhaps that makes me different, don’t you see.

So my heart’s compass is pointed to the horizon
Sails set full, safe harbor fading in the distance, a faint glow to eye it seems
And with a pocket full of memories, on the horizon are my dreams
On down the path least traveled I will venture, with spirit free
Why the path least traveled?..well, I’m different, don’t you see.

( Larry “Dutch” Woller )

Hello Diary,

Another quiet morning to wake up to here on the prairies, storms on the horizon they say… but “Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain” (Author Unknown) so it is on down the path to seek out new adventures… saw these Contrails (condensed jet engine exhaust) of man’s flying machines crossing in the sky…

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Tic-Tac-Toe anyone?… 🙂 wonder if the folks wave to each other when their paths cross while enroute to their destinies… no planes here on the path but in spite of life’s challenges, venturing on down the path seeking out that elusive rainbow where the answer to my dreams lies… 🙂

It is down the path least traveled I shall go
To a rainbow filled horizon I venture,
To seek, to learn, know peace, to enjoy life
A path filled with wonderful adventure.

A place where one is accepted as who they are
A spirit kindled to life, when mortal born,
A being coming from the depths within
And not subject to ridicule and scorn.

A place where I know freedom of thought and being
I am what I am, don’t you see,
Neither this one, neither that one, but all the above
In a mortal world, a free spirit, that’s me.

I do not travel the path alone, you see
There are memories and spirits to behold,
Those that share… the joy and sadness
As I gather more memories, down that least traveled road.

So how long will my journey be, one would ask
Will I see the end of the path…ever?
The answer, I believe, lies on the horizon
Somewhere past… the 12th of Never….

So I shall bring my ramblings to an end
For there is one fact that I do know,
To reach the horizon, the 12th of Never
It’s down the path least traveled I must go!
( Larry “Dutch” Woller )

That being said, will close for now.. a relaxing Sunday planned with the Kindle and a spot of wine… life’s challenges, stormy weather and a busy week ahead… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

So my heart’s compass is pointed to the horizon, sails set full, safe harbor fading in the distance, a faint glow to eye it seems as I seek out new adventures… want to join me on the road of life?… 🙂

( a road venturing south from my home)
road to somewhere