On riding a bike

Remembering the first time I started out on riding a bicycle....The picture is fresh and vivid in my mind.The passion, efforts and time I put into learning it ...and having learnt it, my prime work and hobby was being a bicyclist.Back then, we were a bunch of bicycle-enthusiasts, racing and feeling the wind on the face .The feeling was like I was flying...the wind and the lightness.Ofcourse there were down-times...the falls and the bruises...but they merely added to the adventure :)I m trying to draw a parallel ...and I find the countable number of times I had ridden my life-cycle,with as much passion and zeal.I should learn to ride my life that way...with the flying-feeling and the lightness of feather.Life sure is fun...like riding a bicycle...just that we forget to realise what fun it is...is n't it?Down here is an excerpt that I wanted to share:NEXT TIME ROUND I'D PICK MORE DAISIESOne may re-teach a teacher, of course. Unfortunately, one can't unteach a teacher any more than he can unfry an egg. But there is no board of Trustees regulation against thinking about it. And it is worth thinking about, especially by those not too deeply set in their ways to learn how to live a little.If I had my life to live over, I would try to make more mistakes next time. I would relax. I would limber up. I would be simpler and sillier than I have been this trip. I know of very few things that I would take seriously. I would be less solemn and less hygienic.I would burn less midnight oil. I would take more chances. I would take more trips. I would burn more gasoline, climb more mountains, and swim more rivers. I would eat more ice cream and less bran. I would have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary ones.You have known lots of school teachers like me. You see, I'm one of those people who live sanely, sensibly, prudently: minute after minute, hour after hour, day after day, year after year. Oh, I have has my moments! But if I had my life to live over again, I'd have more of them, lots more!I have been one of those persons who never go anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a gargle, a raincoat and a parachute. If I had it to do over, I would go more places and do more things, and I'd travel lighter than I have.I would start going barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall. I would play hooky more. I would shoot more paper wads at my classmates. I wouldn't make such good grades except by accident. I would have more sweethearts. I would go to more dances. I would have more headaches and drink more tomato juice.I would stay up later at night and get up later in the mornings. I would have more dogs. I would sing more songs and play more games. I would go to more circuses and ride on more merry-go-rounds.As I think it over I'd look for a little more fun in life. I'd pick more daisies.-ANON.I m holding a daisy in hand ....now ...at this very moment...listening to my favourite music and enjoying MY WORK.If I remembered everyday to take this path.....I would have a garden of daisies :)Reading is one thing and remembering is another ....