I do not stop on paths contemplating how they’ve been pre-travelled. I do not dawdle in wintry woods. Things need to be done, and seeing their need, I see the silver path to fulfillment. Each idea, each priority, every whim and fancy that floats before me, whether offered, imposed, or simply appearing, they all receive the same consideration.
Their solutions, or the stepping stones needed to reach the desired goal, usually seem obvious. Following only a matter of how tired I am. This is not a choice but an acceptance of pathetic shortcomings.
It’s not really a worthwhile poetic thought for college graduations, maybe, but I have never understood the feeling Robert Frost evokes in The Road Not Taken. My mind and life is never clear enough to have two simple choices and I resent that people like teachers and Robert Frost keep reducing life to these idiotic and worthless binaries.
Also, aren’t they the same sort of people who tell us you can’t escape fate, or that god has a plan?
Either I can make choices or I can’t, and it absolutely makes all the difference.
Erin Oubliette 
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