My answer's this.. It's radiant because it's beaming with something so addictive.. You can't possibly miss the sight of that curve on the edge of those lips..
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;
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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.
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;
-Stanza 2-
-Stanza 3-
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.
The above: The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost. I'd put a thumbs-up for this.
We're gambling with choices every day. At some point, it gets pretty tough. You make the wrong step - you get unsteady and stumble (possibly fall, too). You make the right step - you sigh with relief. You're torn with what's laid on the table in front of you. Choices, choices. Then, the consequences. Oh... such a long windy tale to tell. Wonder how'd it be if we didn't need to think so hard. If we could save ourselves from the possibilities of consequences.
Dang. Just, dang.
2 left footprints:
another thought is. . .you took the road you are at now but while at it you just oh so wish you took the other road or perhaps have a sneak peek at it. . .not kah?
i like the sound of 'sneak peek'..that's more like it. well to be real honest, i don't regret for being where i am right now..it's the experience..that's the point of view that i'm looking from. now, back to the 'road' part..if i had done things more differently during my school days, i'd have more choices laid out for me..heheh ;)
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