| 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; | 5 |
| 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, | 10 |
| 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. | 15 |
| 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. | 20 |
Robert Frost
I've been reflecting a lot lately on where my life is going, the goals I have for the next few years, and who I want to become. It seems so overwhelming at times - making decisions. Some days I feel as though it would be so much easier if I lived in a fairy tale. I feel like these past two years of my life has been a road "less traveled by." But when things seem most dark, I remember that one day I will look back and know in my heart that it "has made all the difference."
Midgey, I love that poem. We had a fireside on that just last Sunday! Bishop had Sarah read that exact poem. We talked of the importance of taking the road less traveled by and staying true to ourselves and in turn finding ourselves along the way. I look forward to the day with you where we can both realize how this road has truly made all the difference, in nothing but a good way. I love and miss you so much.
ReplyDeleteLove your little sis,
Tor