I shall be telling this with a
sigh
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Somewhere ages and ages hence:
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Two roads diverged in a wood, and
I—
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I took the one less traveled by,
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And that has made all the
difference.
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--Robert Frost
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Journeys
Perhaps we spend a year backpacking in Europe, or perhaps our journey isn’t to some far-off land, but rather a journey of the heart or soul, where we find helpers like the Scarecrow, the Tin Man or the Lion—all representing a part of ourselves. We are afraid, but we do it anyway. We think we have no heart only to find it breaking. We believe we have no courage still we find we did the thing we thought we couldn’t do. On top of that we see that there is no wizard, save the one within, that will give us our heart’s desire.
A
Journey doesn’t have to involve traveling.
Here in the silence of the morning, with the
sun not yet awake, I see that my journey toward being a Real Estate Agent
encompasses the same sort of trip into the unknown, the same fear of failure,
the same anticipation of something new as boarding a plane and flying away to
parts unknown.
Journeys—like starting a new business or a new
project, a class, or a trip still show us that we are as vulnerable as that
first day of school.
There is happy anticipation, too, for once again as
we begin a journey we find the thrill of adventure, the stretch to accomplish something new, and as we stare in wide-eyed wonder, we find that life still holds mysteries for us.