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The Road Less Traveled

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

~ Robert Frost

Friendship ~ Love

Friendship is a quiet walk in the park with the one you trust

Love is when you feel like you are the only two around.

Friendship is when they gaze into your eyes and you know they care.

Love is when they gaze into your eyes and it warms your heart.

Friendship is being close even when you are far apart.

Love is when you can still feel their hand on your heart when they are not near.

Friendship is hoping that they experience the very best.

Love is when you bring them the very best.

Friendship occupies your mind.

Love occupies your soul.

Friendship is knowing that you will always try to be there when in need.

Love is when you will give up everything to be at their side.

Friendship is a warm smile in the winter.

Love is a warming touch that sends a pulse through your heart.

Love is a beautiful smile to which nothing compares:

A tender laugh, which opens your heart,

A single touch that melts away your fears,

A smell that reminds you of the tenderness of heaven,

A voice that reminds you of the innocence of youth.

Friendship can survive without love.

Love cannot live without friendship.

~ Author Unknown .

Copyright (©) 2010 - 2017

Remember When?

Remember When?
I remember thinking when I was young  ~ I never want to grow up.

It was a thought that materialized when it dawned on me that the grown up world was one of deadlines, stress and unhappiness. It seemed to be a world where no one fully trusted themselves or others and no one dared to be. I had the feeling that once I attained this state of adulthood I would have to give up my free spirit and become confined and regimented.

In my neck of the woods, being a grown up equaled being a person who had seized to be reckless, had seized to be experimental, had seized to be unique. It involved conforming to the rules and regulations of what we were told were the way it was. It involved burying our passions to not draw attention to ourselves and striving for normalcy. Those with the gusto to not conform were seen as the artists or the ones on the outside looking into this modern day Norman Rockwell and all that that entailed. It was an expectation that never quite materialized but was heeded as the norm, never the less. For me it was the beginning of the end, a surrender of myself and a pretense of something I was never meant to be.

I followed this course for many years, lost many dreams and pretended to be content. Eventually, thankfully, I reemerged and began to take back my childlike ways. I began to remember when life was fun, carefree and an adventure, when trampling through the woods equaled a magical existence and a fairytale world where imagination thrived and life was grand. Remember When?

I wonder when it is that running and skipping on the beach goes from a cute expression of the love of life and happiness to a glance from strangers as if something must be wrong with that one?  When is it that dancing in the rain becomes a chore, wet and sloppy instead of an expression of pure joy?  When is it that waking up each day to see the sun come up seems strange and weird to people instead of what life should be about?  When is it that we care more about what other people expect of us than our own expectations for ourselves? Whenever this is, it is the time that we start to grow up or old, depending on your perspective. It is the time that we notice we are different and start to dread the looks that we receive because of it.

I’ve come to realize that becoming the norm is the same as turning over the reins of your horse to the person in front of you. This person leads and directs you by dragging you along on the path that they have chosen. If you allow this to happen you lose your identity and become just a shell of the person you dreamed you were as a child. It is like the old story of the elephant held in chains. At first he tries the chains and sees that they are strong but even though the chains are removed, in his mind they are still there and he never takes a chance and escapes the bondage that is only in his mind.

I now see life as glorious; I see the magic that surrounds me every day. I wake up giving thanks for all of the beauty and blessings that have been bestowed upon me. I know that my life is my own, I am the director of my one act play and the orchestrator of my own symphony. I know that whether I take each day in stride or if I skip my way along the rocky shores, it is all up to me. I can dance and twirl on the beach if I so choose, I can dance around the campfire singing and howling at the moon, I can dream of a love that will endure the test of time and I can have it all. I want each day to be looked upon with childish expectations and dreams. I want to always believe in the best of people and expect the best in people. I want to have the faith to believe. I want to remain childlike and to live life with every breath I have. I want to remember when I first had a dream.

“ The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.”  ~ Henry David Thoreau

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