And that has made all the difference.

This is an excerpt from a poem (well, the poem) 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

And there I still remain standing.....

It's not the last line; but this means so much more to me. It defines daily life - the conflict between right and wrong, between morals, ethics and whether to say yes or to say no.

What matters is not just my happiness - its pride, success and more importantly, things which can't be put into words.


Anirudh Garg said...

ur best post till date

Quicksilver said...

thnx. I seem to feel so too.

Espèra said...

I know. I like Robert Frost as well.