“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)

“The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transformed.” (Jiddu Krishnamurti) 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 🙂 ).. 🙂

“Why is it we don’t always recognize the moment when love begins, but we always know when love ends, remember this, a kiss may not be the truth, but it is what we wish were true”… (L.A Story)….

To Love You..

To love you is to daydream of you often, think of you so much,
 to speak of you proudly and miss you terribly when we are apart..
To love you is to cherish the warmth of your arms,
 the sweetness of your kiss, the friendliness of your smile, the 
loving sound of your voice and the happiness we share...
To love you is to never forget the adversity we have overcome, 
the tears we have shed, the plans we have made, the problems 
we have solved and the pain of seperation...
To love you is to remember joyfully the days we made memorable, 
the moments that will live forever in our hearts, the dreams we 
hoped for..
To love you is to feel the exhilaration of love that fills our hearts, 
to need you, want you, hold you and know you as no one else can.
To love you is to realize that life without you would be no life at all..
                                   (Author Unknown)

Hello Diary,

Life is about many things, Diary, today it is about love on the path least traveled… 🙂

“You don’t love the person you can live with, you love the person you cannot live without” (Author Unknown)….. 🙂

A bouquet for you, my love
Each bloom has been chosen in hopes to convey,
Words straight from the heart
With my message of love this day.

With a red Carnation
To show how my heart aches for you,
Posies of Forget-Me-Nots
To show my love is true.

And fragrant Freesias
Embracing the trust we share,
With Lilies of the Valley
Returning happiness and care.

Daisies to show
My love is loyal-undivided,
As Phlox whispers softly
Our spirits are united.

I have added Primrose
To remind you again,
That I cannot live without you
And with you I shall remain.

And all about this bouquet
Are sprigs of Baby's Breath, sown,
So delicately displayed
With a message of their own.

So with this bouquet, my love
I shall eternally bestow,
A heartfelt message of love
That even these blooms seem to know.
               (Larry "Dutch" Woller)

I shall close for now… in spite of life’s challenges, love is in the air as I venture down the path…. But I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

There will be no falsehoods or lies for you, dear one
No meaningless empty words, cute or clever,
For I would rather you love me for a day
Than to hate me forever.

I finish this with a smile on my face
For I know one day we will meet again,
And again, together, we will follow our dreams
And that will be the beginning, not the end.
            (Larry "Dutch" Woller)
  

“It is tenderness for the past, courage for the present, hope for the future. It is a fervent wish that every cup may overflow with blessings rich and eternal, and that every path may lead to peace.” (Agnes M. Pharo) 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 🙂 )..
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I’m far richer than the rich
Wealthier than the wealthy by far,
I have gold in the sun
I have silver in the star.
 
I have dreams that I follow
That are more precious than gold,
As I venture through life
Eagerly watching the dreams unfold.
 
I have diamonds, too many to count
With each new fallen snow,
As I watch each one twinkle
Basking in the suns glow.
 
I have nature’s painting
Priceless, a portrait of the sky,
Impossible to duplicate
Though many did try.
 
 Each bloom of the red rose
A ruby, one of a kind,
And with the white rose
A pearl comes to mind.
 
Money have I none
But wealth I have got,
But  I don’t fit in with
The wealthy and rich lot.
 
But I’m not going to change
A rich dreamer I’ll stay,
Till the rivers run dry
And the four winds blow away.
 
         (Larry “Dutch” Woller )
 
It is a wonderful world here on the path indeed… Hello Diary, It is a quiet Sunday morning to sip a bit of tea and contemplate the tomorrows… 🙂

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I set here with my tea
And watch the leaves a fallin’
It’s becoming clear that one day
Jack Frost will come a callin’
 
 

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Most of my bird friends have went south
In the southern warmth they’ll stay
But I’ll not shed a tear in sorrow
For they’ll be back again some day
 
 

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All us creatures that are staying behind
To deal with the cold and snow
Are getting our house in order
And waiting for winter’s blow
 
 

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The squirrels are gathering leaves and such
To insulate their winters nest
The possum is checking every nook and cranny
To find a place for his winters rest
 
 

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The bee’s are picking up the pace
Gathering nectar with the morning sun
Storing winter food for the hive
Before their work on earth is done
 

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A spider spinning it’s web of silk
I watched as it grew and grew
Soon to become natures work of art
With tomorrow’s early morning dew
 
 

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This poem could go on and on and on
But alas, I have things to do
For, like it or not, don’t you see
I need to get ready for winter too.
    (Larry “Dutch” Woller)
 
 
The changes of the seasons have a impact on the affairs of the heart also… 🙂 Life and the day is calling, will need to venture out and see what they want… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂 Until we meet again, may all your tomorrows be filled with love and happiness and keep a dream in your pocket…

“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…

“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)

“Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.” -(Maria Robinson ) 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… 🙂

( “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  🙂 )..

Hello Diary,

Change is in the winds and it seems that WordPress has changed also… not overly sure that I like it… that being said, it will take some time to learn how to use the new editor, if I ever do.. 🙂  that being said, with all other life’s challenge’s it may take some time for me to return… but you will be in my thoughts and heart till the rivers run dry and the four winds they all blow away… 🙂

Soooooooooooo, it is on down the path I must venture….   🙂

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 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 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“.

          (penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Until we meet again…

May flowers always line your path

and sunshine light your way,

May songbirds serenade your

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.

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)

Roses are red

Violets are blue,

Thoughts from the heart

I’m sending to you.

Not just another  day, dear friend

For in spite of time, distance or whatever,

If only in spirit and thought

We’ll be sharing today together.

So, have a wonderful day, dear friend

Wishing you all the best, nothing less,

May today, every day, AND your heart

Be filled……with love and happiness.

    (Larry “Dutch” Woller)

“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… 🙂

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 🙂 )..

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

freedom

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… 🙂

path1

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..

road to somewhere

Or this path…

me on wordpress

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… 🙂

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 🙂 )..

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 )… 🙂

happiness

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..

me dream

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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