| 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; |
| [...] 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
what are you gonna do?
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Why does it always have to have two roads diverging? And whyyy do we keep wondering about the road not take if both were "equally lay"?
ResponderExcluirI will always tell these "two roads diverging" stories with a sigh too. Hate it!
Yes. Choices, choices, choices. They shape our lives and they are solely OUR responsibility. That's what makes them so scary, I guess. And the fact that for each choice we make we have to let go of many other things --
ResponderExcluirAnyway, this is life, right. Uh, there ain't no other way.