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Hitting home.

The Road Not Taken

by 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.

I feel like i take this poem for granted. I never really “truly” read it till today and now it seems special, i take the time to enjoy it.



Sometimes things happen and we have no answer nor solution to calm peoples nerves to assuage their fears. Everything happens for a reason and as painful as we may feel about it us, we that are still amongst the living awake to another day in the sun, to one day share with their dearly departed the memories we think they have no idea about when really they know everything and all the things we think they missed have all been filled in.

I miss you.