A journal of this adventure known as life.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo 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 thereHad worn them really about the same,And both that morning equally layIn 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 sighSomewhere ages and ages hence;Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and I-I took the one less traveled byAnd that has made all the difference.-Robert Frost:)
That poem came to mind actually. Thanks for sharing it. :)
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