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
Friday, November 8, 2013
I live and love passionately. I am honest, sometimes to a fault. I want nothing but happiness for those in my life and the world around me. I don't pretend that my past hasn't caused scars. I will always carry them as reminders of what I have been through. I refuse to punish those in my present and future for them though. I can be messy. As logical as I am, sometimes the emotion and pain outweighs what is "reasonable". The loss I have encountered this year has been momentous. When you live life and love passionately when those things are then taken from you, it hits harder than one can almost bear. Almost... Then from the ashes and tears something rises up. That same passion that tore you down now lifts you up to a higher place of comfort, of hope. Passion gives us the Why in life. The reason to get out of bed, go to the gym, learn a new language, to love. The why makes it worth it. It doesn't make the journey easier. It just makes the journey with the trip. To be worth the risk, the mess, the passion...it makes life worth living in the midst of the pain and loss.