Day 72: Serenity Returns

The road not taken by Robert Frost
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 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.
Kind of tongue in cheek. Grass will always be greener on the other side. However something to be taken from this. Serenity I think is the most important quality anyone can have for preserving mental health. Just loving where you’re at, nothing wrong with that. That can be mistaken for complacency though, which I am not preaching. But I think what Robert Frost is trying to convey is that life is best spent staying in your lane and not worrying what your friends have, or how life could be if you did something different.
An apartment tenant I ran into delighted me this morning by asking “Have you decided to make something of your life and go to college to get a master degree like I did?” with a frown on his face as usual. If that’s what “winning” looks like, I want no fucking part. Decrepit carcass of a man.

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