?Alguna vez has sido fiel a tus principios mas que a tu instinto animal?

The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost

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—
took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

One of my favorite poems of all time and one of the most misunderstood.

Yes, It can be taken literally as a poem about inspiration and non-conformism. Ironically, this poem can also be translated as one of choice and rationalizing our decisions with pride or regret. Aren't both paths equally as traveled? Could it be that there is no right path? Just the chosen path and the other path. Don't we all second-guess ourselves down the line or at least wonder about what was irrevocably lost? Sigh...

Soy la locura que estremece, soy tu adicción y tu eres mi felicidad, mi calma...

Its nice to be alone with your thoughts sometimes...