I feel lucky to have been born and raised in “the true north strong and free” I had many advantages and yet my wanderlust always led me to somewhere else… Why are some of us like this?
This poem by Robert Frost has long been a favorite of mine.
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;
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
P.S.: A little extra…
My good friend Reg just sent me this link: Butterfly Circus. If you haven’t watched this amazing short film, I’m passing on Reg’s Canada Day gift. And yes my friends… the world does need a little wonder (delivered by butterflies…)