Do not resist chances.
Take them like vitamins.
Let go of the breaks,
see what happens of you go five more miles.
Foot bridges be damned,
find your own way across.
Don’t worry about the bumps and bruises.
our body can take them.
Don’t steer around the bits that scare you
Go over them. Go through them.
Do something the guy in the bowling league
would be terrified of.
You will feel your chin rise up from your chest
and you’ll be able to see what’s around you.
What’s ahead of you
And there will be one less thing you cannot do.
~ Author Unknown ~
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Too often we are scared.
Scared of what we might not be able to do.
Scared of what people might think if we tried.
We let our fears stand in the way of our hopes.
We say no when we want to say yes.
We sit quietly when we want to scream.
And we shout at others, when we should keep our mouths shut.
After all, we do only go around once.
There’s really no time to be afraid.
Try something you’ve never tried. Risk it.
Enter a triathlon.
Write a letter to the editor. Demand a raise.
Call winners at the toughest court. Throw away your television.
Bicycle across the United States.
Speak out against the designated hitter.
Travel to a country where you don’t speak the language.
You have nothing to lose and everything everything everything to gain.