One last thought...

I was told the other day, by a good friend, that I would argue with a fencepost and get lost walking home, or take the wrong road home, or something to that effect...

Did he talk to my mother? My mom thinks I make my decisions based on what is the least popular opinion and that I always choose the harder, more difficult path. She wonders why I have to be so different all the time. Hmmmmm...

We didn't have a t.v. growing up, we read books, and this fosters much creativity and independent thinking. Anyway, this is one of my favorite poems, because I have always wanted to take that road, see what's there that not as many have seen before...

The Road Not Taken

Robert Frost

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;

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.



(From The Poetry of Robert Frost by Robert Frost, edited by Edward Connery Lathem. Copyright 1916, 1923, 1928, 1930, 1934, 1939, 1947, 1949, © 1969 by Holt Rinehart and Winston, Inc. Copyright 1936, 1942, 1944, 1945, 1947, 1948, 1951, 1953, 1954, © 1956, 1958, 1959, 1961, 1962 by Robert Frost. Copyright © 1962, 1967, 1970 by Leslie Frost Ballantine.)