First Post....The Road Not Taken

I fancy myself a lot of things, most are only in my head. :). Some I've actually convinced others to believe, but all are things I actually believe. I consider myself a pretty average guy with hints of greatness. Usually they don't last long but I relish them while they exist.
One of my greatest gifts is that of observation and appreciation, or so I believe; thus I start with my favorite poet, not just because I loved his poetry, but because 100 years before I roamed the halls of my high school, so did he. Seriously. Thus as this is a blog about "being" and hopefully being the "best" us we can be, why not start with the man who took the Road Not Taken:

Robert Frost (1874–1963).  Mountain Interval.  1920.
 
1. 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;        5
 
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,        10
 
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.        15
 
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.        20

"Remember, life gives of you what you ask, so ask big!
JV

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