an amazing story of the bike man. and how his precious companion was stolen in london...they were eventually reunited.
people like him are actually living, squeezing Life to the last drop. when they get the cue to exit, they will have lived their dreams out dry.
That is not to say that I have not lived, but there is so much I still want to live through...some roles come with added responsibility, where your me-trip has to take a backseat for some time. which is done purely out of choice and love - thats the meat of another blogpost-to-be.
the important thing is to have some wild oats to sow...which can be grown again, at leisure. :-)
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Wow... Mr. Forrest Gump on the bike....good life, man.
It takes a lot of focus though to be so sure and to take on what you decide to do. I personally find myself torn in so many different directions, that I don't think I have been able to be true to myself in a loooong time! :(
qs - hmm, I guess the situations I have found myself in, pretty much decided the course I would be taking...add to that my incurably impulsive nature...shaping my own destiny etc. actually, you are being true to yourself in a way, by not picking any one straw.
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