The Velawesomeraptor Himself (clayrobeson) wrote,
The Velawesomeraptor Himself
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Welcome to my mood swings...

The world is alive with possibility, which is wonderful and terrifying at the same time. There are cagillions of options out there for each and every person each and every second. Some will lead to fame and fortune, some to death and ruin, but most to a normal and hopefully happy life.

Once again, I feel that I'm at a crossroad. I think that my trip to Nepal will help to clear my head so that I can see which path I want to take. So for now, I'm just going to stand here with my camera enjoying the view.

me
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
Has worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In the leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads onto 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.
-R. Frost
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