Idiot Philosophy - The Road We Travel

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—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

~Robert Frost

Two days prior to writing this post, I was walking down Freshman Hill with a friend. For those of you unfamiliar with this road, it's a small blacktop path connecting the freshman dorms to the main body of BYU Provo, surrounded by pretty foliage. I forget what precisely brought us to out topic of conversation (perhaps that would allow me to make more sense of this), but being my usual self I couldn't help but make up some philosophical crap on the spot.

"Life is a journey, Amanda." I said, or something close to these lines. "We're all travelers trying to move from point A to point B or C or D. Some people make it as far as they're going, some people shoot for C and somehow end up running into number 5, at which point they feel confused because they managed to get so off course as to change from letters to numbers. So because there is never any guarantee you'll reach your destination, or perhaps even anywhere like it, what matters about this journey is two things: how you get there, and what you're striving for. How we get there is a discussion for another time. (although I happen to be walking at this immediate moment, don't you see?) What you're striving for indicates your goals and values. Why else would you be striving for something if you didn't value it? That says a lot about the individual. As for me, I'm striving in this moment to get lunch, so you could say that food is my life. Food is everything."

Your idiot philosophy for the day: if life is how you get where you're trying to go, in addition to the goal in mind, I encourage your goal to be food, and your method a brisk walk in nippy afternoon air.
Edit: Apparently I've used the above poem before. While not in and of itself a bad thing (I love this poem), I should start looking for more to keep a little... variety going on.