Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

  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.   The road not taken by Robert Frost Det är ta mig tusan inte alltid så lätt att vara ett halvt jordklot bort från allt. Idag har det varit jobbigt. Men då får man påminna sig själv om varför man gör det, att det allt kommer (är!!) värt det och att morgondagen blir mycket bättre än idag. Sedan så kollar man också på Kid President på youtube, äter glass och läser. Och efter, mår lite bättre.