The Choice

I choose.

I choose to be strong.

I choose to be a fighter.

I choose to live without regrets.

I choose to learn from every experience.

I choose to trust God and those around me.

I choose to do what’s right and stand up for what’s right.

I choose to forget what I feel and remember what I deserve.

I choose to accept others for who they are and myself for who I am.

I choose to live my life and not the life others want.

I choose to stand up again every time I fall.

I choose to love and be open to love.

I choose to treasure each moment.

I choose to hope and dream.

I choose to be happy.

I choose to live.

I choose.

-Journal entry 5/28/09

The Road Not Taken

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.
- Robert Frost