Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, 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
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1 comment:
I love this poem. Perhaps your road to find the one you love is similar. As you said earlier, you could just go for the cute girls with nice personalities, but that would be taking the first road, no? Maybe what God is trying to tell you through your struggles of finding the one you love is that you have to take the other road. It may be hard and lonely for a while, but it will make all the difference. Maybe the one you're meant for just isn't ready for you yet.
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