"Not All Who Wander Are Lost"
Do we every know what is truth or are we told this is truth and we follow. Are we allowed to question the norms of society or are we told to fit in to the mold. Do we perceive Jesus to be what the church has told us or do we engage and find our own answers to life.
Scary to think life is here. It is not something that will happen. It is something for the now. Why is it we are told to live life in a certain way. Why is that like sheep we follow this call to life. It scares me. I AM SCARED TO LIVE. Not scared in the sense of walking in the street. I am scared to walk on new ground. To walk the road less traveled. To take the step that says I will live life as if I own it. It scares me not to know what is behind door number 3. Scared of failure Scared of pain.
Maybe though being scared can lead me trust and hope. Maybe being scared means that i am already on the journey. Maybe being scared helps me to be human and identify with humanity.
Maybe the truth is that the reason we follow is becuase we are so scared to be alone
I found this poem and I really love it.
If I Had My Life To Live Over
If I had my life to live over I'd dare to make more mistakes next time.
I'd relax.I would limber up.I would be sillier than I have been this trip.
I would take fewer things seriously.
I would take more chances.I would take more trips.
I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers.
I would eat more ice cream and less beans.
I would perhaps have more actual troubles, but I'd have fewer imaginary ones.
You see, I am one of those people who live sensibly and sanely hour after hour, day after day. Oh, I've had my moments and if I had it to do over again, I'd have more of them.
In fact, I'd try to have nothing else. Just moments.
One after another, instead of living so many years ahead of each day.
I've been one of those people who never go anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a raincoat and a parachute.
If I had it to do over again, I would travel lighter next time.
If I had my life to live over, I would start barefooted earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall.
I would go to more dances.I would ride more merry-go-rounds.
I would pick more daisies.
Attributed to: Nadine Stair, age 85
Scary to think life is here. It is not something that will happen. It is something for the now. Why is it we are told to live life in a certain way. Why is that like sheep we follow this call to life. It scares me. I AM SCARED TO LIVE. Not scared in the sense of walking in the street. I am scared to walk on new ground. To walk the road less traveled. To take the step that says I will live life as if I own it. It scares me not to know what is behind door number 3. Scared of failure Scared of pain.
Maybe though being scared can lead me trust and hope. Maybe being scared means that i am already on the journey. Maybe being scared helps me to be human and identify with humanity.
Maybe the truth is that the reason we follow is becuase we are so scared to be alone
I found this poem and I really love it.
If I Had My Life To Live Over
If I had my life to live over I'd dare to make more mistakes next time.
I'd relax.I would limber up.I would be sillier than I have been this trip.
I would take fewer things seriously.
I would take more chances.I would take more trips.
I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers.
I would eat more ice cream and less beans.
I would perhaps have more actual troubles, but I'd have fewer imaginary ones.
You see, I am one of those people who live sensibly and sanely hour after hour, day after day. Oh, I've had my moments and if I had it to do over again, I'd have more of them.
In fact, I'd try to have nothing else. Just moments.
One after another, instead of living so many years ahead of each day.
I've been one of those people who never go anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a raincoat and a parachute.
If I had it to do over again, I would travel lighter next time.
If I had my life to live over, I would start barefooted earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall.
I would go to more dances.I would ride more merry-go-rounds.
I would pick more daisies.
Attributed to: Nadine Stair, age 85
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