Men cease to interest us when
we find their limitations.
The only sin is limitation.
As soon as you once come up
with a man's limitations it is all over with him.
—Ralph Waldo Emerson
I find myself reflecting back to the times of my life. Many of them have been the best moments. Aging has brought this on, this looking back and remembering all the people who have been prominent in shaping who I have become. This can be both good and bad, depending on how one looks at it.
Recently, I have come across one of my favorite poems by Robert Frost. It's my favorite for two reasons. One, it is the first poem I have ever read. Two, I feel as if it explains life pretty well. This is how we reflect upon what has been and perhaps what will be?
Anyway, I thought that maybe this poem would bring back a lovely memory or two for some of you. Enjoy.
The Road Not Taken by 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.
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