Two Roads

Two roads diverged in

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Two roads diverged in a wood, I took the one less travelled I’m patient so that’s one less hassle If I dream it, I can live it I’ve seen the light with vivid imagery I need to write with fits of energy But it’s hard tryin’ to get where I’m goin’ Without a hint or … Read more

I can’t understand how

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I can’t understand how people can settle for having just one life. I remember we were in English class and we were talking about that poem by – that one guy. David Frost. ‘Two roads diverged in a yellow wood-‘ You know this poem, right? ‘Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I … Read more

I mean,you will have

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I mean,you will have an Afghan government. There are two roads here. One is obviously a run-off election or a negotiated settlement. But what’s most important about that process is that there’s a credibility and a legitimacy to the government at the end of that process. So which road they choose, that’s up to them. … Read more

We stand now where

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We stand now where two roads diverge. But unlike the roads in Robert Frost’s familiar poem, they are not equally fair. The road we have long been traveling is deceptively easy, a smooth superhighway on which we progress with great speed, but at its end lies disaster. The other fork of the road – the one less traveled by – offers our last, our only chance to reach a destination that assures the preservation of the earth.
Rachel Carson