In a forest in California, in the midst of California trees, two California roads diverged before me.
And no matter how hard I tried, I thought, I fought, and sighed, I could not decide.
But the thing that makes me thank God for every laugh and cry, the thing that warms me by the flaming forge of life, the thing that carries me through the jaws of death and back through the mouth of hell, the thing that causes me to prefer fire over ice, the thing that makes me realize that I am nobody, and the thing that guides my conscience and my every desire,
Is the road less traveled by.
And that makes all the difference.
- Michael Stephen
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