Ride as a PATHFINDER

Up head lies myriad trajectories. All distinct they are differing to destinies. Plenty of subway passing by; all distracting my focus; still leading me to somewhere. Almighty time worthy describing the prospects; but it won't tell. Nature, the one to speak, am not worthy understanding her language. Now, its all on my own in the middle of nowhere, marching with the light of my past and wonderful creation of my mind. Watching for paradigm, certainly doesn't imply on me: I WANNA GO FOR A RIDE AS A PATHFINDER. A living that is one in all.

I asked peoples,"Who would you be if you are to be change to anyone you like?". Almost, all of them had their choices; all depending upon whom they think superior to all humankind. But for me, I am what I am; no changes no matter how many life's I would get. The precious identity of my own is what I respect must. Walking barefooted through the wild jungles of Central Africa, where nobody has yet reached, with sword in my hand cutting down the sharp pinned dense bushes and challenging the wild creatures. Climbing up the highest peak, Mt. Everest, being nude is what life meant for me. I shall learn to distinguish myself to recognize me.

Life expands and contracts in proportion to courage. It can lead to the construction. But, traces can be erased or over marked, trajectories can be snatched and construction can be flawed. Justice can hardly be obtained, the law is blind. Fifty percent of my entire time circulates under the power of dark. However; the life is not just for to be swayed away. I must not rest but dare something sublime before my last breath. I must not be blinded by my senses and mistake the fake for the real.

All the small things for my ride is all within me. I must acknowledge the understanding of the saying, "I complained that I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet". Impossible is nothing, with faith stars can be pulled down. The power of will is all the greatest in the glossary of mine. My worst enemy can't harm me as much as my own mind, unguarded; once mastered, no one can help me as much, not even my father or my mother or any other. Mind is the forerunner of all the states. Chief is the mind, the architect of fate; mind-made are these states.

Jealousy is what can make worst of my mind. It forces me to runaway covering up off my face; the place won't last for long. Gains are fine only if they are obtained through rightful means. Ancient philosophy clearly states the purpose of our life is not just selfish aggrandizement but the noble act of being service to others. Only my life time deeds will accompany me after my relatives perform the rituals in my grave yard.

Perfection destroys the desire, the father of invention. Thanks to my Lord; nobody's perfect. I am the result of my own deed: Whatever deed I do, whether good or bad, I shall be its heir. THE DEATH OF MINE IS NEVER THE END OF LIFE FOR MY IDIOSYNCRATIC RIDE SHALL ALWAYS REMAIN AS YOUR IDENTITY........