Dec 7 Two Roads Diverged
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.
from The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost
I didn’t post yesterday. I sat down to write but there was this thing circling around in my head refusing any sort of meaningful articulation, and then I saw this image this morning and it resolved.
Ask yourself honestly what you thought of these two men when you first looked at this picture. Did your mind race to dichotomy? Did your mind tell your stories about them – who or what they were, in stark black and white?
But this isn’t really a black and white image, is it? Isn’t it merely shades of gray layered one upon the other, much like the decisions we make every day? Do this, not that. Go here, not there. Wear this, not that. It’s maddening really. Equally maddening is how we cast people, like fish from a net, into two buckets – keep, throw away.
Look again, you may see shades of gray.
Today I am just thankful that …
- I have the luxury of making decisions.
- you notice the little things.
- I forced myself to post, albeit “late”. This little blog has become a special place for me.
For what are you thankful?