These are the times that I feel needful the most... the need for someone who can climb trees and see further down each road, or simply someone who is willing to take the risk with you, take a deep breath and go for it.
However, if I would go for someone who can climb trees and see from afar, the conflict still remains, I've just delayed the inevitable by cowardly handing over the decision to another and in the end, I will still have to say for myself if what that person saw is the right one for me.
Hence, I have decided - and I have always did, it would be foolish not to go with that person who will take my hand, and bravely journey with me.
And as my heart have not forgotten, a childhood memory of this poem...
Robert Frost (1874–1963).
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.
- I believe you that it will be alright... my wife... I love you so much
