As uncertainties began to sink into our conversations

As uncertainties began to sink into our conversations

The picture of the future looked blur

We both are young and inexperienced about the future(aren’t we all?)

I wanted to have it all figured out

And she was scared of the future

Then came this poem

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.

By Robert Frost

All in all

I know I still have to lay it all to God.

If you want to do something you’ve never done, or have something you’ve never had, then you need to be someone you’ve never been.

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