"Afoot and light hearted, I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good fortune--I myself am good fortune;
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Strong and content, I travel the open road....
From this hour, freedom!
From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines,
Going where I list, my own master, total and absolute,
Listening to others, and considering well what they say,
Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating....
The Soul travels;
The body does not travel as much as the soul;
The body has just as great a work as the soul and parts way at last for the journeys of
the soul..."
This is a few lines out of one of
the best poems I have ever read. The complete poem is very long but well worth
the read. I find it inspiring. I have dreams of traveling for my work, to go to
new places and see new things. This poem starts out so simply and beautifully,
"afoot and light-hearted, I take to the open road" and right now, in
my life, that is where I am. I am just beginning my journey on this "Long
brown path before me, leading wherever I choose".
And "From this hour,
freedom!...Going where I list...Listening to others, and considering well what
they say..." I will go, I will set out, but I will listen to others. There
is so much I still do not know, There is so much still for me to learn, about
myself, about the world. This is a great poem to read and take to heart, to
follow and heed, there is a great deal of wisdom in these words.
The process,
and the steps we take in life are often the same. We each have our own
"Open Road" that we travel. The sights we see along the way, the
people we meet, and the person we become during our journey, are unique to each
of us as individuals. We all have our goals, our dreams, and we all search for
somebody to share our journey with,
"...I give you my hand!
I give you my love, more precious than money,
I give you myself, before preaching or law;
Will you give me youreslf? will you come travel with me?
Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?"
Life is our open road, our journey begins often the way it does in this poem. And our journey continues, much the way it does in this poem. What we do along the way, and the footprints we leave for others to follow, and the condition we leave our path when we're done, is entirely up to us.
"...I give you my hand!
I give you my love, more precious than money,
I give you myself, before preaching or law;
Will you give me youreslf? will you come travel with me?
Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?"
Life is our open road, our journey begins often the way it does in this poem. And our journey continues, much the way it does in this poem. What we do along the way, and the footprints we leave for others to follow, and the condition we leave our path when we're done, is entirely up to us.
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