Too many dreams... not enough roads

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.

Robert Frost (1874–1963)

This poem has always inspired me to be different.  Drunk with power from non-conformity.  Brilliant beyond my years with my incredible evolution.  I'm almost relieved that Mr. Frost does not see our colloquial society today.  Follow your dream?  Follow your heart?  Ahh... is there any true path to both?  I'm not suggesting we prostitute our souls out to have cell phones, designer jeans, and a gi-normous mortgage.  Or we must live in a cardboard box by the river to demonstrate our quest for justice.  Life is all balance.  And balance, as you know, is hard to achieve.  When do we make concessions?  The quest for financial freedom isn't fair.  Does true love exist?  Are dreams reality or... well, dreams?  Here's to Robert Frost, who I believe earnestly wants us to find our path.