Wonderful Poem

The Road Not Taken
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;

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 kept 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.

I really love this poem. I was suppose to be studying for finals and I came upon part of this poem. So I decided to look it up and read it. First I really love this poem because many times I just stand at the fork in the road. It is hard to take that first step, It's hard committing to what needs to happen eventually. It seems just easier to sit and wait. Yet, this is not life, waiting around. Life is going and doing. Life is seeing all the colors the night sky has to offer. Commit... a scary word that rarely is in my vocabulary. Also this poem takes the road less traveled. I want to be a pioneer in my day. I want to be different and take the overgrown road. It is exciting taking the hard road, it is filled with new adventures. I do not want to take the familiar road which many have gone on. My own life, my own way. Some advice that probably is not very good advice but... Do what you do and keep on keepin on. Style is an interesting word. It can be related to everything. Style of hair, style of play, style of work and Ect.. The list goes on so find your own style. Make the world more vibrant. Make the world a better place. It would be sad to not experience a very polychromatic life. Relating back to the poem. I think if I were at the fork in the road, I would start making my own path.

True Quiet

I woke up one Sunday morning at 7am in Rexburg. I walked out the door, and there I heard it, the peace of the morning touched Rexburg. Peaceful's definition is, free from disturbance and tranquil. As such, the peaceful is drowning out the morning with flow. The dew sprinkled the ground as the sun was freshly up. The cool cut of the air really brings you down to earth from one's cloudy dreams. Really the smell of the air is rare, that is more tasteful with the nonexistent noise. No spoiling from the resonance of cars, construction, mowers and even people. Just me and the morning sun keeping me company, even the birds seem quieter today. I feel as though they are taking a rest also, as they are nuzzled in their nests.
The deserted town never seemed so treasurous before. The little things carry me from day to day. Simple is best. Simple life, simple treasures and simple happiness. Money seems empty. Who ever heard of a simple lucrative life? Money is complicated, yet comfortable. How much is too much? Money seems like it's unneeded noise too. The problems it causes is because man is imperfect. Never enough of this noise, something is always needed. There's always that scarcity that keeps us from fulfilling every need. In the mind lies what we think we need. Food, Water, Education and most importantly Love. Love is hope sometimes it masks the noise of life. It even makes our vision clearer, our goals more attainable and our life more meaningful.
There are masters of this noise. They are the quiet examples that lead society unknowingly. The masters are those who live the truth, live the real life. Not this empty life that we can be consumed by.
Music on the other hand enhances the true quiet, done right that is. This world is filled with so many different perspectives. So many different arts that enrich the world. The music is there to listen, for us to be enriched. The earth sings just for us. The earth sings for peace, justice, democracy and the good in people. The earth smiles for you and me helping each other. She just wants a better life for everyone. She is in our energy, our sight, and our flavors. She even weeps with us in our times of distress. The wind blows for the purpose of man. The rain falls for us too, giving us life and others life around us.
The noise does not stop, yet we can impede the ability to hear the bustle. And we can escape to the song of the forest. The symphony can bring wonder to our ears. What is silence? Silence is neglecting the strong temptations one has for money, power, selfishness and violence. The true quiet is to live a life enriched with the music the earth gives, the music our Heavenly Father gives us. Even though this maybe as simple or as complex nothing is quite as succulent for our hearts.