diverged in a yellow wood,

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; 5

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, 10

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. 15

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
[ ],
and it has made all the difference.


---Robert Frost

theRaindropMusing

it wasn't too rainy of a day. it was actually pretty sunny outside. a little cloudy, but after all the rain we've had we couldn't complain. there were still drops racing down the window as we drove to school, but no signs of rain. it was kinda nice.

the window was crying almost, but it looked like it was crying tears of joy. how could one identify the difference between teardrops of joy or teardrops of sorrow on an blank unemotional window? it was all in the actual tears. every raindrop held a reflection of something. and on that day, it looked like instead of raindrops falling down the window's cheeks; stars were falling down instead because of the suns reflection on the raindrops. beautiful would be too loose of a word to describe it.

we are all raindrops. we reflect others, and vice versa. i'm discovering that what i don't like in other people i hold inside my own self. there is a quote (that i unfortunatley cannot bring to mind) that states what humans are composed of are all the experiences they've ever experienced and all of the people they've ever met. are we just mirrors then?

would you find that discouring? i kinda do. the thought that we all reflect eachother is a downer. but the thing is, we don't reflect eachother in EVERY single way. we reflect eachother in different ways; good or bad. you can do either one of two things: accept what your reflection is. whether you think you're beautiful, or ugly, or whatever. or, try to change your reflection. this could be a good or bad thing, trying to change yourself because you don't think you look "good" (or maybe even because you want to look "bad".)

i'm also learning that in the end it's not what your opinion, or what other people's opinion, on who you are (or your "reflection") is. the only opinion that matters on you is God's. humans will do anything to change their physical reflection. yet, they're still never satisfied. people try to change their personality to look a certain way. why? we continously care what people see of us.

but maybe, God wants us to be like those sunny raindrops. yes, to have our own different shapes and sizes; big and small. but to overall reflect the sun's glory and light. reflect what good things come in front of us, or reflect to others good things that God shows us. to overall be lights in this world.

falling stars.

"Do everything without grumbling or arguing, 15 so that you may become blameless and pure, children of God without fault in a warped and crooked generation. Then you will shine among them like stars in the sky 16 as you hold firmly to the word of life." --Philippians 2:14-16

or stars racing down a window on a cold January day.

This isn't psychologically or spiritually significant, but I think in the long run it can be. (:

So,I just wanted to say you should follow


modesty.blogspot.com


It's a blog by this great guy named Stephen Christian; who's a big influence on this blog actually. he's famous for his band Anberlin but he's written a great book and has a side project called Anchor and Braille and also leads an orginization calle Faceless international.


Stephen takes everyday stories and makes you see life in a whole new perspective, even if it's the perspective of a fish bowl. (See his latest bowl; it's not an inside joke I sware.) I also encourage you to buy his book from Amazon with leftover Christmas caching; it's called "The Orphaned Anythings: A Memoir of a Lesser Known." Has to be one of the best books of ALL time.

Thanks, and I'll be posting something soon!

CLZ.