So, I've been through a LOT in the past year. With the events of the past few days it is impossible to not sit back and reflect. My doctor has told me that I have experienced nearly every possible event on their "stress" test and is shocked I have somehow managed to come out on the other side, a little worn from wear, but still standing.
It has been a long year that has seemed to somehow disappear in the blink of an eye. I have made tough discoveries about who cares and who just doesn't have the time. I have realized that at the end of the day with all of my faults and flaws I somehow possess the ability to make it through. To stand on the edge of life, face the darkness, and know that at any moment the sun will rise again. When the first Rays of Light caress my face and I open my eyes to behold the incredibility that is this thing we call life, I will smile. I will smile at the fact that no matter what, my purpose is not yet finished and has barely even begun. I will smile at the fact that my destiny is starting to emerge and a smallest glimpse of it is what continues to drive me forward. Through the mess, through the heartache, through the laughter, through the hope and The Promise, it is a new year.
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. -Robert Frost