AFOOT and light-hearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, the long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune, Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing, Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms, Strong and content I travel the open road.
To see the rest of this poem by Walt Whitman visit:http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/178711
About six months ago there were days my poofy dreads were insanely out of control and I'd think,"aahhh! Why did I do this to my hair!?" Luckily, those freak outs weren't often and I could care less how funny I looked.
Bad Hair day? About two months in this photo. Photo Credit: Erica F.
