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While we may not all be compelled to travel the world, this poem speaks to following the calling of our heart - wherever it may lead. How fortunate we are to have discovered the joy that motorcycling brings.
Saw this post from Grant Johnson of Horizons Unlimited and had to pass it on.
WoW.. You may have come accross this already but i stumbled upon James Richmond's blog. We wrote this poem while in India.
Why we do it & What do we live for?
"'Why do you do it?' friends often ask, perplexed, Brows raised, minds sorely vexed. 'The world out there is dangerous! Aren't you scared? Why do this? You need steady work, a house, two cars! You have only a motorbike, and sleep under stars!' Dear friend, if you must ask, you cannot know This curiosity that drives me so... To you it is hidden; in me rises unbidden! But one day the world I'll have ridden By iron steed, then perhaps this need Will have vanished, finally vanquished! That day will find me on deathbed, With no regrets for the life I led. Will you be able to say the same? Or will you despair a life worn plain? I will stake my Himalayan memories Against your estate of a thousand trees. Pit my Thai sunset Against your private jet. Weigh my horse rides at sunrise To your Italian suits and ties. I'll rejoice in friends before I go, Not the figures of my stock portfolio. And, amazingly, there are more like me; They reject slavery, and are truly free. They took the chance we all had, And honestly it makes me sad That you didn't. You thought you couldn't... What? |Live without the luxuries Of all our modern amenities? You choose the bonds of mortgage, but claim to be free, Wasting a lifetime absorbed by TV. Why watch it? but live it! One life's all you get! Don't put off 'til morrow and continue to borrow The lives of strangers; 'tis the greatest of dangers To the soul Which grows old Before its time. Hercules, Columbus, Guevara, Odysseus, Champlain, Agamemnon, The list goes on... What have they in common? Regardless man or god, The soil of continents they trod, Not in search of gold but adventure! Not growing old 'cause they ventured Far from safety; but far be it from me To Judge... The pitiless pity us With souls black pitted Pray! save it for those less spirited. For us... our horizons are unlimited."
by James Richmond, Canada |