Clearing Things Up

Alright, my mother has brought to my attention that the name of my blog may not be exactly as clear as I hoped it would be. Its not about regrets or anything like that. I was trying to hit on Robert Frost's poem. I'll post it here.

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 knowning 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
This is my all time favorite poem! What I was trying to get at with the title is that this is my own life. The things I will be doing will be my own road. The one less traveled by. There could have been more fitting names in that poem, but I figured the title of the poem was the absolute best.

1 comment:

  1. Hello, dear sister! I can't wait to hear about all the adventures you'll be having. 'Cause you'll update your blog often, right? Right!