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

mysteriously intriguing, no?

which road will i choose? where will it take me? do i have the courage to take the road less traveled?

thus is the excitement of living...

rest of the poem here. read it for old times sake.