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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

• You are the only person who has sole custody of your own life. #

What are the three most fulfilling things I can do in my life today?

How much value will these provide?

What impact will these have?

Are these worthy of my life?

If your advice or information you give to others is incorrect, it will come back and slam you!

The voice in your head – the incessant stream of involuntary and compulsive thinking and the emotions that accompany it

Love is? Is it the supreme activity which nature affords anyone for going out of oneself in favor of someone else? Your thoughts?

James Matthew Barrie wrote:

“I’ve sometimes thought. . . that the difference between us and the English is that the Scotch are hard in all other respects but soft with women, and the English are hard with women but soft in all other respects.”

I have wondered being Scottish why I have always been soft with most women and such a hard ass with everything else.  Is it genetic?