The road less traveled. The way paved with good intentions. Neither quote eases the pain, unravels the coil of struggle wound tight in my soul.
The Road Not Taken. Mr. Frost found words that resonate. Where would I be now, had I followed the other path?
I stare up the broken steps.The road I chose brought me here. Up ahead it’s overgrown, littered with trash and crumbling. Traversing the challenge is the only way to come out on the other side. Not clean, not unscathed. But stronger.
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