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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 marked 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 guess the thing about life is its unpredictability. we make choices, but they are clouded by the present and our view of them will always be changing with the future. we can't go back, as much as we may want to. you never know where this life may lead you. you can only do your best and take one step at a time.

i am remembering reece today. today i should have a boy turning ten. ten! what an amazing age, that just becomes a marker instead. today i will think of you and what ten should look like, and then i will let it go because that is not my path or yours after all. tomorrow we will buy an apple tree and plant it for you. it will be another way to remember that carries into the future instead of staying in the past. it will be something that can grow and be nourished. that is the way love is too. 

xoxo