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 marked 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.
“What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal.”
Leave a path for others to follow. Be a compassionate trailblazer– one who works to make the world better than when they arrived. What good is a path to us once we’ve made it? Familiarity has its perks, but those who are lost need that hope; that glimpse of a way to make it through.
Leave behind a dedication to compassion and love. There’s no better legacy than that.
Many young people I know, just out of college, hate what they do. Life’s too short to spend it hating your profession. Those who found new occupations that they enjoy should be commended, and those stuck at their job need encouragement and support until they find a job they can do with passion and conviction. If you belong to the ladder set, why wait?
“Difficult times have helped me to understand better than before, how infinitely rich and beautiful life is in every way, and that so many things that one goes worrying about are of no importance whatsoever.”
— Albert Einstein
Don’t fill up on unhappy, meaningless moments. Give your space a purpose. Fill it with things that “count.” Only you can determine what matters to you. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. You will be far happier if you can say you held on to what mattered most to you. At the end of it all, only you can take tally of all the moments you made “count.”