The Road NOT Taken...

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.

--Robert Frost

"The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost is a poem that seems simple and direct but actually has a two-fold meaning. Frost lures in the readers with a rhythmic poem that could have a figurative or literal meaning depending upon the reader's assessment.

Literally, "The Road Not Taken" is about a traveler who is walking in the woods and has come upon two roads. The traveler cannot travel both roads and thus must make a decision which one to walk. He evaluates both roads and chooses the road less traveled realizing that he cannot back. The poem ends by the traveler stating that his choosing the road less traveled has made all the difference.

Figuratively, "The Road Not Taken" can be applied to a person's life. The traveler is a person who has two choices, which are represented in the poem by the two roads in the woods. The person takes the time to consider both choices and all sides to them by examining the paths. The traveler cannot come back to the other road and as in life if a choice is made, it is impossible to redo. The person must choose between the choices many make or the choice that few make.

My interpretation of the meaning of the Poem: Life if all about making choice, it offers you options all the time, and it's upto you to choose the path and move on....

Whatever choice you make, will have some influence on your circle of life(s).

Story of two little mice...in milk

Once a big fat Mouse and a lively little Mouse were hopping along together when they had the misfortune of jumping into a pail of fresh milk. They swam for hours and hours hoping to get out somehow; but the sides of the pail were steep and slippery and death seemed to be certain.

When the big Mouse was exhausted he lost courage. There seemed no hope of rescue. "Why keep struggling against the inevitable? I cannot swim any longer." He moaned.
"Keep on! Keep on!" urged the little Mouse, who was still circling the pail. So they went on for a while. But the big Mouse decided it was no use.
"Little brother, We may as well give up" he gasped. "I am going to quit struggling."Now only the little Mouse was left.
He thought to himself. "Well, to give up is to be dead, so I will keep swimming."

Two more hours passed and the tiny legs of the determined little Mouse were almost paralysed with exhaustion. It seemed as if he could not keep moving for another minute. But he thought of his dead friend, and repeated,
"To give up is to be meat for someone's table, so I'll keep paddling on until I die – if death is to come – but I will not cease trying – while there is life, there is hope."

Intoxicated with determination, the little Mouse kept on swimming around and around the pail, chopping the milk into white waves. After a while, just as he felt completely numb and thought he was about to drown, he suddenly felt something solid under him.

To his astonishment, he saw that he was resting on a lump of butter which he had churned by constant paddling! And so the successful little Mouse leaped out of the milk pail to freedom.

Lion King: Circle of Life

From the day we arrive on this planet
And blinking, step into the sun
There's more to see than can ever be seen
More to do than can ever be done

There is far too much to take in here
More to find than can ever be found
But the sun rolling high
Through the sapphire sky
Keeps great and small on the endless round

It's the circle of life
And it moves us all
Through despair and hope
Through faith and love
Till we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the circle
The circle of life

It's the circle of life
And it moves us all
Through despair and hope
Through faith and love
Till we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the circle
The circle of life

What a Wonderful World

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do
They're really saying I love you.

I hear babies cry, I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll never know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world.

Believe while others ….

Believe while others are doubting.

Plan while others are playing.

Study while others are sleeping.

Decide while others are delaying.

Prepare while others are daydreaming.

Begin while others are procrastinating.

Work while others are wishing.

Save while others are wasting.

Listen while others are talking.

Smile while others are frowning.

Commend while others are criticizing.

Persist while others are quitting.

Moral: Believe in yourself...get up and start........

Risks of life

Two seeds lay side by side in the fertile soil.

The first seed said, "I want to grow!

I want to send my roots

Deep into the soil beneath me,

And thrust my sprouts

Through the earth's crust above me ...

I want to unfurl my tender buds

Like banners to announce the arrival of spring ...

I want to feel the warmth of the sun on my face

And the blessing of the morning dew on my petals!"

And so she grew...

The second seed said,

"I am afraid.

If I send my roots into the ground below,

I don't know what I will encounter in the dark.

If I push my way through the hard soil above me

I may damage my delicate sprouts ...

What if I let my buds open and

A snail tries to eat them?

And if I were to open my blossoms,

A small child may pull me from the ground.

No, it is much better for me

To wait until it is safe."

And so she waited...

A hen scratching around

In the early spring ground

For food found the waiting seed

And promptly ate it.

Moral of the Story:
Those of us who refuse to risk and grow.........Get swallowed up by life.

Dreams

A dream is a seed

The seed of a tree
A tree full of life
And the things you can be

Your dreams are the windows
Through which you can see
A hint of your future
And the things you will be

Each night when you sleep
you are feeding the seed
The seed of the tree
Of who you will be...


Get excited and enthusiastic about your own dream. This excitement is like a forest fire -you can smell it, taste it, and see it from a mile away.

The Meaning Of Life

If you’ve never asked the question
Who or when or why or how
Give your mind that great suggestion
Go ahead and do it now
You will find when you consider
All the options that abound
There is still but one conclusion
Where peace of mind is found
It not in education
In religion of in books
In retirement funds and IRAs
Or how the market looks
It’s not in status or in style
How low in golf you score
It’s not the running of a mile
Or who you’re working for
It’s not the price you pay for things
It’s not the jewels and fancy rings
It’s not the checks and credit cards
Secured by all those guns and guards
It’s not the beauty of your face
It’s not a matter of your race
It’s not the muscle on your bones
Your classy looks or great skin tones
What matter most in life today
Is where you stand along the way
Not what you have, but what you are
How faith in God succeeds by far
God is the answer to the question
Of the who, when, why or how
And he gives the invitation
Trust in me and do it now
You’ll find God meets your deepest need
With His kind words your soul he’ll feed
He guide your steps and make things right
He’ll turn darkness into light.

Power Wintin

Believe In Yourself
and in your dream
though impossible
things may seem

Someday, somehow you'll get through to
the goal you have in view.
Mountains fall and
seas divide before
the one who in his stride

Takes a hard road
day by day
sweeping obstacles away.

Believe in yourself
and in your plan.
Say not - I cannot but, I can.

The prizes of life we fail to win, because we doubt the Power within.

Remember: Effort and courage are not enough without purpose and direction

Little eye upon you..

There are little eyes upon you,
and they're watching night and day.

There are little ears that quickly,
take in every word you say.

There are little hands all eager,
to do anything you do;

And a little boy who's dreaming,
of the day he'll be like you.

You're the little fellow's idol,
you're the wisest of the wise.

In his little mind about you,
no suspicions ever rise.

He believes in you devoutly,
holds all that you say and do;

He will say and do, in your way,
when he's grown up like you.

There's a wide-eyed little fellow
who believes you're always right;

And his eyes are always opened,
and he watches day and night.

You are setting an example
every day in all you do...

For the little boy who's waiting
to grow up to be like you..........

The World is waiting

You have the potential to be anything you want.
You are free to choose.
You are limited only by your fears.

Let your dreams take over.
Fly with the eagles, soar into life.

The world is waiting for you.

I would like to be a flower which blooms to full glory and dies, than being a tree that never blossoms.

I would like to be a spark that burns with a brilliant blaze for a moment, than being a light which cannot show path to anyone.

I would like to be a superb meteor which carries a magnificent glow, than being a sleepy and permanent planet.

I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.

I am born to Live. Not to Exist.

Born to Fly

I've been telling my dreams to the scare crow
About the places that I'd like to see.
I say, "Friend, do you think I'll ever get there?"
But he just stands there smiling back at me.

So I confess my sins to the preacher.
About the love I've been praying to find.
"Is there a brown eyed boy in my future?"
And he says, "Girl, you've got nothing but time."

But how do wait for heaven?
And who has that much time?
And how do you keep your feet on the ground
When you know that you were born, yeah you were born to fly.

My daddy, he's grounded like the oak tree.
My momma, she's steady as the sun.
Oh, you know I love my folks, but I keep straing down the road.
Just looking for my one chance to run.

Yeah, cuz I will soar away like the blackbird.
I will blow in the wind like a sea.
I will plant my heart in the garden of my dreams
And I will grow up where I'll wander wild and free.

Oh, how do you wait for heaven?
And who has that much time?
And how do you keep your feet on the ground
When you know you were born, You were born to fly fly fly fly


:Sara Evans