The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
-- Robert Frost, Stopping by Woods On a Snowy Evening
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.
-- Robert Frost, Two Roads
Our life is a journey. It is not the destination; it never was. It is the journey itself.
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