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...

Ahhh...the sweet smell of coffee!

Morning la tricks! If you are even remotely similar to your dear blogger, then you would not be able to face the day without at least one mug of hot, strong, very-much-caffeinated filter coffee made from freshly-ground coffee beans....sigh.

Enjoy!

We’re so young. We’re so young...We have so much time.

Greetings la tricks. I read something today that, in the midst of the chaos and noise that is life, made me pause.
Time published an article about a young Yale student whose Final Essay went viral after her tragic death a few days after graduation.

I quote a portion of Marina Keegan's Final Essay in that, 'What we have to remember is that we can still do anything. We can change our minds. We can start over. Get a post-bac or try writing for the first time. The notion that it’s too late to do anything is comical. It’s hilarious. We’re graduating college. We’re so young. We can’t, we MUST not lose this sense of possibility because in the end, it’s all we have.'.

And here is what made me pause : The sense of possibility and the idea that we can do anything, I think is, something that we should all hold on too, no matter how old and jaded we become.  But the death of this young woman brings home that maybe, just maybe, we shouldn't wait. Do not wait to start over. Do not wait to change your mind. Do not wait to do anything. Because, while it may not be too late to do anything TODAY, there may not actually be a tomorrow.

Ladies and Gents, do yourselves a favour and take a few minutes to read the Final Essay. Think about it. Mull over it. Keep it with you. Discard it immediately.Do whatever you wish, just DON'T WAIT to do it at all.

This post is written with the utmost respect and sincerest condolences to the family and friends of Marina Keegan and all who knew her.