the road not taken.

The Road Not Taken

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.

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all too often, we want the easy way out. and when things get tough, one of my first responses is giving up. but thats not what life is about. if it was easy, everyone would be doing it. do something that no one else has. it wont be easy. that will be the last thing it will be. it will be hard. hard work. blood, sweat and tears will have to be poured into it. always remember “for anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice.”

but it's worth it.