sumobeats

I have a shit load on my mind these days... I'm not sure what the fuck I want to do with my life at the moment. I'm trying to break out.
I'm looking forward to seeing family at Thanksgiving, I miss my mom... I miss the simplicity of Stigler, Ok farm life.

I have never taken the easy road because some how it just seems too obvious. Something like the road less traveled, Mr. Frost I think you may have been on to something.

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.

-Rober Frost

Apply to your life as you see fit.