He looked down one road as far as he could to where it bent, which I think is key. the world that forces them into its direction. I have twelve years, but my body is tiring.įrost, or the voice in the poem, said that he could not travel both roads that he saw in a “yellow wood.” A yellow wood to me, while obviously a reference to autumn, spoke more as a cowardly environment, where people seldom follow what is in their heart vs. I am now working on saving enough money to retire. ![]() I did eventually buy a condo and I paid cash for a 2-year-old car. I still don ’ t really comfortably know that answer to this question even after consulting the many books that basically say: “ Do What You Love and the Money Will Follow, ” and also listening to friends, who recommend buying property and planning for the future. ![]() This is perhaps the question that most troubles me: I do not know what I should do for a living. ![]() I have often thought both in terms of what Robert Frost meant by this poem and its application to our lives.
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