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Brilliant place to reflect what i am going through. I am in a fork on the road, and i am picking up the road " most traveled by " . I know , i will regret on the road not taken, but i am sure, i will take that some other day. F()ckin' reality! :P

http://poetrypages.lemon8.nl/life/roadnottaken/roadnottaken.htm

I read Samsara already cited this poem on this thread. Yet, for those who want to read. Here comes it again!

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.