Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

photo by Mike Nay

Was Robert Frost who said this in “The Road Not Taken”. 
One can understand a lot of meanings from this poem but to me one of them it’s clear the traveler was moving forward. Desist was not an option nor go back.

I took this as a warning. I need to move forward as well. Decide which roads I’m willing to to travel because “… both that morning equally lay / In leaves no step had trodden black”.

So I began to write. It will be clumsy, ugly and kinda messy, probably most of the time but can be cathartic and I’ll practice and learn along the way.

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.

Because regardless how much company one has, life is a journey we all do alone with our thoughts and feelings. Desist a road just for fear of reactions from others, seems to me a waste of time. Life is too short and feeble, the path seems long, so the moment to start walking it should be now.

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