The road less taken...

Often in our lives we find ourselves in 'comfort-zone' of sorts. This isn't necessarily a bad thing, we only live once and we should feel somewhat comfortable in our own lives. Work starts going well, friendships blossom, you start noticing how gorgeous the sun-sets are and you take the time to smell the proverbial roses.

Then... chance, Murphy's Law or LIFE happens...and we find that a new option has arisen. It's new. It's scary. It's a risk. Did I mention that is it scary?

So what do we do? Do we jump into the unknown? Do we stay in the comfort-zone? (Yes, I just rhymed) Well I say that we regret more the things we did not do, than the things that we have done. And in times like these I often thing of the writings of Robert Frost, which I share with you now.

The Road Not Taken

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

So when we look back on our life-stories, and we tell them with a sigh, let that sigh be one of contentment, joy and an ache for the times that have passed. Never let that sigh be one of regret.

Happy Tuesday la tricks...