I love this not just because it is funny but because it tells a story. And if there is one thing that I have learned about myself it is that at heart, I am a story teller and a collector of stories.
Were it a thousand years ago I might have been some sort of Bard or Minstrel. But it is not and I am not- but who I am today will not be who I am tomorrow.
Here at the Shack we are huge fans of Cookie. You may recall that we included a post about how he cures writer’s block, Cookiegate among others.
Today is Veteran’s Day. It is easy for those of us fortunate to be living now to forget that freedom isn’t free. That is not a campaign slogan or something that should be ignored. There are men and women who died for us. Thousands who made enormous sacrifices so that we could live in a country that is free.
It is to honor veterans of all wars, those that are ongoing today and those of the past. They deserve our gratitude as do their families for they bear the brunt of the weight.
Konstantin Ravvin you just appeared on national television and said that cheating is ok. Is that really what you wanted to do. Do you really want to be that guy- the one that says it is not a big deal.
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; 5
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, 10
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. 15
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.
The Road Not Taken- Robert Frost
That video above has resonated with me ever since I first saw it.
I watch it and I can hear echoes of the future and hints of the past. Reminders that for better of for worse I have chosen to do things in an unconventional fashion.
The life of a writer calls to me. I can hear the sound of my voice pushing my children to live their dreams and not dream their lives away.
It doesn’t mean much to them, this push to try to find that place somewhere over the rainbow. They don’t have life experience that tells them that something might be too hard or too tough. It is part of the joy of talking to them, that uninhibited imagination that sees all things as being possible.
It is a gift that they gave back to me. It took a little time to remember who I was and really who I am- but I have. These are not empty words to me but a promise to myself. In the quiet of the night as I close my eyes I do so with a smile knowing that I am making steady progress towards hitting the mark.
So perhaps the road less traveled by means a more difficult path but I have to agree with Frost that it has made all the difference.
You never can eat enough of our special challah. Sorry, I can’t stop laughing at this. Oy.
Benji get’s the hat tip for this one.
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