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.
A post by the man I said hurt a friend of mine on his LJ really reminded me of that poem… well, atleast, in relation to myself. After she and I (in very different ways) called him on his behavior, he removed all his LJ and posted something saying that his friends shouldn’t try to contact him, because he wouldn’t answer. ‘s something I tried a long time ago… to run away from your mistakes rather than face them… and to attempt in a last fit of power to make those who you hurt feel bad for you. Redirection. Last night, at some point, he posted something back to his LJ trying to give an excuse… but in a very cynical obnoxious way. *laughs* and he turned off anonymous posts. Ahhh… how we close ourself to critisism when we feel hurt and left out. It’s his own fault… I have little sympathy for him if he can’t realize that there is little more to do than realize your mistake, atone for it in some way, and move on. This no doubt was what the original idea behind prayer was… but of course now, it’s taken on another meaning, and seems to allow for atrocities as long as you pray and ask for forgiveness afterward… then go out and do them again. Mistakes are supposed to cause learning…