Roads less travelled by…

I Identify with this poem because  I took the roads less travelled by… & I intuitively and even more intrinsic, instinctively will continue to do so. However full of obstacles it has been and will be in the future. Along these trips I’ve had in depth experiences from pain to enlightenment and saw beauty sprout even in the darkest corners…

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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveller, 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 travelled by,

And that has made all the difference. 

 

Robert Frost (1874–1963).  Mountain Interval.  1920

Call me a dreamer…