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...
