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'Why do you do it?' friends often ask, perplexed, 

Brows raised, minds sorely vexed. 

📷Enroute PangThe 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 

📷@5,359 m (17,582 ft)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...


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." 

📷 ~James Richmond, Canada, in India

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