Two roads
Hmm.
Last night turned out to be a lot different than I thought it was going to be. Since I'd always thought it was basically one big silly joke type of thing, I thought actually carrying out the whole date idea was going to end up being kinda awkward. But no deal there. haha I actually had a ton of fun, and had a couple realizations about some things. Not to mention a really good conversation, which is always good for the soul.
Today we're having a bridal shower for one of my roommates who's getting married next month. hehe I'm kinda sad she'll be leaving, because she's a really awesome roommate and I've only just started to get to know her.. But it's okay I suppose. ;-)
moving on..
One of Robert Frost's poems has been running through my head today. My thoughts right now are kind of vague and philosophical, and I'll just get frustrated if I try to type them out. Instead I'm just going to post the poem, because it does just as good a job.
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
There are two roads in front of me right now. One would be a little bit wild and fascinating, and the other would be safe and dependable.. In the poem, he chose the safe way. "Knowing how way leads on to way".. Whichever way I take will lead me to another choice.
I guess it's a good thing I don't really have to choose anything today. :)
Last night turned out to be a lot different than I thought it was going to be. Since I'd always thought it was basically one big silly joke type of thing, I thought actually carrying out the whole date idea was going to end up being kinda awkward. But no deal there. haha I actually had a ton of fun, and had a couple realizations about some things. Not to mention a really good conversation, which is always good for the soul.
Today we're having a bridal shower for one of my roommates who's getting married next month. hehe I'm kinda sad she'll be leaving, because she's a really awesome roommate and I've only just started to get to know her.. But it's okay I suppose. ;-)
moving on..
One of Robert Frost's poems has been running through my head today. My thoughts right now are kind of vague and philosophical, and I'll just get frustrated if I try to type them out. Instead I'm just going to post the poem, because it does just as good a job.
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
There are two roads in front of me right now. One would be a little bit wild and fascinating, and the other would be safe and dependable.. In the poem, he chose the safe way. "Knowing how way leads on to way".. Whichever way I take will lead me to another choice.
I guess it's a good thing I don't really have to choose anything today. :)
1 Comments:
I love that poem. I guess life is kind of a series of vectors, huh. Anyway, what happened to 'hazel'
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