forks in the road

Road Less Traveled

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 onto 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 took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference

~ Robert Frost

"forks in the road seem like choices, but really when you're lined up, choices are forkless. What's calling you is hands down where you watn to be, so there's no choice to be made. You can't withdraw your desire, or be less than what you've been coming to, so don't cloud the issue with what you should be doing".