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;
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 Traveled, Robert Frost (1874-1963)
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Monday, May 15, 2006
more remembrance of death...
A beautiful poem by a great scholar. So my dear friend, ponder upon the value of the spaciousness of time.
Just to let you know that I've stopped by.You're indeed the one who likes to contemplate and ponder upon things in life! I feel humble..
"Those who are most aware of death and prepare themselves for it. They are the wisest of people and will have honor in this world and a generous reward in the Hereafter" (Hadith)
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Just to let you know that I've stopped by.You're indeed the one who likes to contemplate and ponder upon things in life! I feel humble..
"Those who are most aware of death and prepare themselves for it. They are the wisest of people and will have honor in this world and a generous reward in the Hereafter" (Hadith)
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