A favorite poem

Road Not Taken, The
by Robert Lee 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.


He did have an unusual obsession with the woods I think, but hell who doesn't love the woods they are some of the most Serene and beautiful places I can imagine. Funny thing though about the road less traveled and not taking the familiar path. I think when we are young taking the path not known is so much easier as we have that immortality thing working in our favors, where we don't think so much of consequences as we do immediate gratification to some indulgent human want or need.
I think as we get older and strike out on our own we take less chances and do what is familiar and what is known, what works, what is comfortable as there is so much more to loose then. Then as we get older again we take that unfamiliar path as it leads to death and the great unknown, that we have no option of avoiding.
Perhaps when we were in the middle of this we didn't take unfamiliar roads for fear that we would fail and be viewed as such not just in our eyes but in the eyes of those around us.
At this juncture do I step outside of my box or do I stay on the path that I know...?
Do I possess the courage to say "hey I may not have a piece of paper that says I can do this but I can do this". And what about my art?
Art is grand wish I could make a living out of it... I wish I could sit in a flower filled field and paint pictures all day with out care or concern, I think that is where my bliss is, just hard to make a living at it with out having to sell out to the man and that I'll never do. I'm a soul artist I paint from my heart, my emotions, my gut. You have to "feel" my work not just look at it and say "thats cute" people who don't get it say shit like that, I feel sorry for them really I do.

Random I know but its what I've been pondering today.

Peace
Q