In life, we are constantly faced with choices . . . some easy and some light . . . some difficult and some dark. 

 

 

But, who are we to know if the choice we make is the right one?  We don’t.  But, we must rely on pure and simple faith that we are correct in our choosing . . . or, that at least we have grown in the process.

 

 

There’s the dilemma . . . if we make the wrong choice . . . are we forever doomed?  Or, are we humbled?  Do we learn from our experience . . . or, do we continue to fall? 

 

 

I have no idea . . . I am just reaching here.  And, I this reaching made me think of a favorite childhood poem . . .

 

 

THE ROAD NOT TAKEN

 

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.

 

 

 

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 I have no idea if there is a difference . . . but, I am hopeful that there is such. 

 

 

 

“Yet knowing how way leads on to way,” . . .  We will see. 

 

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