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“The Road Not Taken”

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“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;         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
 

Each person in their life has a path that lies before them. And I am well aware of that as I continue to plow my way through this world in which we live. I have no clue where I’m going, but I try to make the best of the journey that I’m on. I meet new people along the way; some of which I think of as good friends. And I will be hurt whenever I part from them because I am a person who doesn’t make good connections with people very regularly…it is really a depressing time when I have to lose the camaraderie that I had with a person. It’s a fact that I discovered a long time ago.

While Frost’s poem is good in theory, he thinks of his traveler as one person, but this idea of one person on a road is absurd because we never really travel together(and don’t get me wrong, I do get the message of the poem, but go with me here). Each of us is on this road with our friends and family and have to make a decision whether to keep traveling with the group or whether to break up the fellowship as it were into smaller groups. Each of which goes down each of the multiple paths. Some traveling down the less traveled road, and others will trudge down the well traveled path to avoid disturbing their universe.

Each of us has a destiny in my opinion. We have fellow travelers with us on our own roads. Each of them is looking for something out of the world. It’s nice to have the companionship, but sooner or later, it is a possibility that ways will have to be parted. However, I think the musical Wicked had the right idea about friendship. In the song “For Good”, Glinda and Elphaba sing about changing each other for the better because they have been friends.

“Because I knew you…
I have been changed for good…”

I guess I got on this topic of thought because I was thinking about my next step of going to Graduate School and getting my Master’s Degree. It’s kind of bitter sweet almost because I know that my path will once again be diverging from people that I love and have become attached to…but C ‘est la vie…just like in The Lord of the Rings, the fellowship may be broken, but we’ll still be rooting for the others to get to their own personal Mt. Doom.

God, I hope I didn’t come off sounding like an emo kid…because if I did, I would be rather disappointed in myself…however, I don’t think my writing is angsty enough (hey, had to put a touch of humor at the end.)

Written by uncannynerdyguy

March 20, 2010 at 11:49 pm

Price of a Soul

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Price of a Soul

Once again, I walked with the devil…

He held me gently in his arms,

As I wrapped my white burden around him.

Slowly, he seeped into my veins…

Pouring through every fiber that is me,

Holding me, Consoling me…destroying me.

The light glimmers one last time,

Before it is swept into eternal dark.

The Devil seeps through my veins…

And the only pain I feel is the light leaving…

Dark forever, as I blink wide-eyed into eternity

Written by uncannynerdyguy

March 18, 2010 at 10:59 pm

Dream of the Alps

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Dream of the Alps

An ageless angel sat upon the Alps

Looking gracefully out over the fields

An emblem of hope to the wounded

He tended to the dead and dying

Carrying their souls to life after life.

Being their shepherd to eternity.

He carried them swiftly to where they belonged

In his arms they sang hymns

Eyes wide and jaws dropped to enter there.

An ageless angel watched the dying men.

They call to him unknowing….

Satan was his name.

Written by uncannynerdyguy

February 18, 2010 at 11:47 pm