Harley Davidson

And here is an interesting poem that Harley Davidson chose to advertise their bikes...

What do you make of it ?

Age

if I had my life to live over,

I´d try to make more mistakes next time

I would relax,

I would be sillier than I have been this trip.

I know of very few things I would take seriously.

I would take more chances.

I would take more trips.

I would climb more mountains, swim more rivers and watch more sunsets.

I would eat more ice cream and less beans.

I would have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary ones.

You see, I am one of those people who live prophylactically

and sanely and sensibly,

hour after hour, day after day.

Oh, I have had my moments and, if I had to do

it all over again, I´d have more of them.

In fact, I´d try to have nothing else, just

moments, one after another.

If I had my life to live over,

I´d start bare-footed earlier in the spring and stay that way

later in the fall.

I would play hooky more,

I would ride on more marry-go-rounds.

I´d pick more daisies.

it´s all up to you !

No one is to be blamed for your failures since you pave the way. You may look up to someone. You may even follow in someone´s footsteps. But what happens to you or is left behind is in your hands. Just stop and think: Who makes your decisions ? Who is responsible for the knowledge you acquire or discard ? It´s all up to you !!!

And here is a poem for your reflexion...

The Road Not Taken

by Robert Frost

" 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 (was not worn);

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. "