indecision.
more often than not, life comes knocking at your front door. with it, comes opportunities and hope, heartache and despair. how do you know when to answer its summons? when does one answer it? when it first comes knocking? or let life wait, and after a few more, it will stop knocking, the dicision taken out of your hands. does that then mean there will be no more fear? or will you answer it immediately, meeting what it has for you head on and hopefully overcome it? if you left the first one that comes knocking, and the second one came with much much more to offer? what would happen then? or if the first was the greater, the second lesser and you answered only the second. what then? we as beings must always believe that there is more, much more out there, that as children we were told we can have everything and anything. we were told as children, that life is but for you to have, along with its quirks and treasures. but as adults, how many will still believe that? so then, when do we answer its summons? everytime? will not what it wants from you be at odds with what it wanted? or will what you want be at odds with what it wants and wanted? will you choose left, knowing full well it is what you want, but was the road less traveled? right was the choice that safe and secure was, but travelling it unhappiness and unfulfillment abounds.
or will both left and right be the correct choice? is it then less important the road taken, but how one takes the road? could it be then less important the condition of the road, but how one navigates its treacherous ways called life? could this then be the light that my soul searches for? knowing this, how still can i be at peace? for it does not answer, nor does it give peace to my troubled being...
Two roads diverged in 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;
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!
But knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever go 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.
Robert Frost
The Road Not Taken
-jing-
Conditions - Keeping Pace With Planes
One day, i would like to end everything by saying
'I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.'
more often than not, life comes knocking at your front door. with it, comes opportunities and hope, heartache and despair. how do you know when to answer its summons? when does one answer it? when it first comes knocking? or let life wait, and after a few more, it will stop knocking, the dicision taken out of your hands. does that then mean there will be no more fear? or will you answer it immediately, meeting what it has for you head on and hopefully overcome it? if you left the first one that comes knocking, and the second one came with much much more to offer? what would happen then? or if the first was the greater, the second lesser and you answered only the second. what then? we as beings must always believe that there is more, much more out there, that as children we were told we can have everything and anything. we were told as children, that life is but for you to have, along with its quirks and treasures. but as adults, how many will still believe that? so then, when do we answer its summons? everytime? will not what it wants from you be at odds with what it wanted? or will what you want be at odds with what it wants and wanted? will you choose left, knowing full well it is what you want, but was the road less traveled? right was the choice that safe and secure was, but travelling it unhappiness and unfulfillment abounds.
or will both left and right be the correct choice? is it then less important the road taken, but how one takes the road? could it be then less important the condition of the road, but how one navigates its treacherous ways called life? could this then be the light that my soul searches for? knowing this, how still can i be at peace? for it does not answer, nor does it give peace to my troubled being...
Two roads diverged in 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;
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!
But knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever go 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.
Robert Frost
The Road Not Taken
-jing-
Conditions - Keeping Pace With Planes
One day, i would like to end everything by saying
'I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.'
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