I stole this from somewhere.
"Don't take life too seriously, you'll never get out alive." Works for me.
An editor at The Times reviewed one of my books and wrote "he's sometimes outrageous, but always amusing". I don't strive for either but I'm so grateful I was given these gifts.
But I guess that's testimony, not philosophy for living.
What I try to do is walk towards my fears. And let those closest to me know that I love them, as often as I can. It's been a very short road to here.
Seventy plus years. Fzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt. Arrived at this place.
I guess that's because I've got some memory leakage. Or my brain has overwritten parts of itself. But it seems a very short distance from being a Cub (baby boy scout) in 1953 to my dual persona today.
But be sure I am on the road somewhere; quite who I will be at that particular location is out of my hands.
What I make of it though, is up to me.
So, shoulders back, straighten the spine, onward! The next horizon.
I have another 129 countries to visit.
Maybe not all in 2019, but I will try to visit some more.
I have not ridden enough miles on motorcycles.
There is always a new horizon.