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The Road Not Taken

MyGallery 2018.06.06 14:37

 

There is a way for a person to not go to himself.
If you choose to live, you may think that you have made such a choice, but in the end, what can not be done is life.
A long time ago there was another way I could choose, and I wondered what would have happened if I walked that path.
One day, I took a picture and found the road between the forests.
I walked the road.

I think Robert Frost's poem "The road not taken" suddenly.

 

The Road Not Taken
By 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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