[Serious] A Reflection: Traveling
Having had the opportunity to travel much, I’ve learnt much from those around me. Oft overlooked by even the most astute traveler, though, is the environment that surrounds oneself in a foreign country. These quiet moments brimming with choice and adventure led me to reflect on what it means to wander. Sometimes jumbled, sometimes sporadic, I continued to reflect until the mirrored image ceased to be the copy and instead became the original. I spent long nights putting this experience into words, until I was finally able to cabojalize the following. Hope you enjoy.
When I was traveling I saw two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I could not travel both. Being one traveler, I stood around for 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.