Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo 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 thereHad worn them really about the same,And both that morning equally layIn 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 sighSomewhere 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.
Optimistic Life 
SMiles A ForK in
‘The Road’ i Took
A Spoon And
Consumed
Both
Paths
One Sour
One Sweet
Developing
Courage
Kindness
And
Wisdom
The
Reason
For Heaven And Hell
The Love The
Beauty
The
Sun
Of
Moon
Refusing
To Die
The
Day Of Night…
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