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.
