Thursday, November 10, 2011


Robert Frost: The Road Not Taken, 1915

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

I feel Humble today… For no apparent reason. I find I want to be somewhere else doing something else… I love to travel... I love the idea of traveling a road less traveled. I need to remind myself to do simple, little things to balance it all out… Life is good, lets remember to tell one another even in trying times. 

Be Good to You.




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  2. Sometimes the road less traveled may be the more difficult path, but you'll hopefully see later why you had to overcome those difficulties.

    I noticed that you were off of fb, so I thought that I would check up on you here.

    Love you! We are so together! :)


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