Thought of the Day: take the road less traveled

Everyone has heard this poem.  It is a classic.  Sometimes you hear it over and over again and it becomes trite, but then one day, it takes on a new meaning.  Something clicks and it's like the poem was written for you. I don't think you can truly appreciate this poem until you have lived it - until you experienced it - until you yourself have come to the fork in the road - until you yourself choose the road less taken. 

The Road Not Taken

Robert Frost 

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.

To Walk in Fields of Gold

It was one of those perfect English autumnal days
which occur more frequently in memory than in life. -  P. D. James

Delicious autumn!  My very soul is wedded to it,
and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth
seeking the successive autumns. -   George Eliot

Another Year Older

This weekend I celebrated my birthday.  For the perfect fall day, my family and I went to the apple orchard...how I love the apple orchard! 


When I was little, I would get excited for birthdays because it meant birthday parties with kids from school, lots of presents, and cake -- pretty much what any kid likes about birthdays! 


However, as I've grown up, I've realized that I'm no longer a kid who expects (or even wants) huge birthday parties.  To me, the most important thing is time spent together, the words handwritten inside a card, and the memories made together. I know that makes me sound like a boring old adult, but it's true. The most important things are not really "things" at all. 


So maybe the birthday saying "another year older and wiser" comes with the wisdom of slowly realizing what is the most important thing in life: love. 


It always goes back to love, doesn't it?  There's so many different types of love, but in the end love is love. And as the saying goes, "Life is love, and if you miss love, you miss life."