The road is there to be traveled.
There are no ifs, buts, or whys.
There is only you and the road.
You’ll choose what scenery to take, for the most part.
Life bestows you with limited choices.
You decide whether the norm is for you or not.
You live your life, and decide who will help you shape it.
you decide what fears to let in.
One thing’s for sure, you were destined to die,
And there are no ifs, whats, or whys on that.
It simply is the cost of life.
As you sit there worrying about that important choices,
Realize nothing is that important,
Unless you know, that, is happiness during your given time.
I used to worry about fickle things, not anymore.
I don’t care if you are rich or poor.
I care that you do what you must to steal some laughs from this life.
I care that within your constraints you manage to enjoy it some,
Before you pay the price. I’m not saying is easy,
Some roads are full of thorns and hardly any grass.
But one must laugh,even if it simply is to challenge despair.