The Road Taken

One of my favorite poems is The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost. Its message is commonly misunderstood; it isn't basic and superficial stuff of greeting cards. Frost's poem is ironic, it's about writing and rewriting our history; it's not about a better road; it's not an anthem of independence. The road I choose to tread upon is interchangeable with others I may choose. And whatever road we choose to take, we may have opposing feelings: glad, or regretful. But either way, the time which passes is lost. Acceptance is necessary, owning our decisions, our history, our story, is necessary. Is it so bad to experience a thorny road taken? I wouldn't be who I am today, all the more wise, from certain thorny roads I chose to take.
A few years ago, I started down a road that changed me forever. And now, as a result of that path, I'm going through a transitional time. I learned from that road taken and with the decisions I made, that I'm about to embark on another road. Though I'm about to go on a path treading into the unknown, I will at least own that I -- much like Robert Frost's The Road Not Taken  -- am seeking to find meaning in an arbitrary decision.

TL;DR version: Whatever I'm facing and what happens after, it's because what happens will happen...and God allows it.

More to come, also art updates.

Pax vobiscum. Deo Gratias.