What Do People Live For?

Motorcyclists are bad enough, without OAPs with life threatening diseases taking to the roads, YIKES!:mad:

What do I live for? I live because I am alive. I have no aspirations, apart from keeping to the routines which make me feel comfortable for as long as I am able.
 
I loved it. Thank you. I always said I was going to buy a motorcycle when I turned 65. Well I turn 65 this year, and I don't think I will be able to afford one. Not sure I could drive it either my kayak is more my speed these days. However, maybe I can find an old fart willing to let me ride on the back.:)
 
Judi, have you ever considered a motor scooter? They're a lot more affordable and very easy to ride. My son has one and I'm envious as all get-out. :eek:
 
My sister and I signed up for lessons when we turned 40 but she chickened out. Someone told her that the first lesson is how to fall from the motorcycle so that was her dealbreaker - is that true? It always seemed like a fun but dangerous thing to do.
 
this was so good Phil, thank you much, I'm still dryin my eyes. Wow, they really did it, just love it, that's all I can say.
 
Judi.D said:
I loved it. Thank you. I always said I was going to buy a motorcycle when I turned 65. Well I turn 65 this year, and I don't think I will be able to afford one. Not sure I could drive it either my kayak is more my speed these days. However, maybe I can find an old fart willing to let me ride on the back.:)
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First, I would rather ride behind an old fart too;) Second, I love my kayak too, only the sit-on-top kind and I just do lakes, and very slow moving rivers, lol;) It's my fave thing in the Summer though! You go Judi!! Denise

Edited: Forgot to put why I live, and I think I would have to say because I have hope. I've never, totally lost hope in something. I don't know what that is exactly, but it has to do with believing something better awaits if I can just endure a little while longer.
 
It is hard to write about this post. I watched it 3 times and cried my way through it all three times, and then I still couldn't respond. It hit me in a place deep inside that I thought was thoroughly barricaded and invulnerable; but it turns out that it's not.
Mostly, the Dream is gone,shoved away, and I just live to do the trivial Happyflowerlady things in life....plant flowers, grow tomatoes for my Robin, stuff like that. Every morning I wake up, and live what life has for that day.
But I think it is the memory of that dream, deep in its secret place, that truly keeps me wanting to live.....
 
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