The idea of a blog, first, was a solution to boredom. Writing has always been my passion and I have found immense pleasure in drafting blog posts on books, inspirational quotes and then on issues that touched me. Blogging has become a wonderful experience where you gain knowledge and share your thoughts.
My blog is a platform for poetry, inspiration, and global issues. I hope to inspire others to do their best within their capability, through whatever quotes I find. You may not be able to change the world. But I believe, that each one of us hold that capability (which I call a miracle) to change another’s perspective for the betterment of the world.
Poetry has always been a form of expressing my emotions and thoughts. I seek pleasure and solace in poetry. I often wonder about the number of poems that are unwritten, unpublished or hidden. I consider this a “tragedy”, yet at the same time it is “reality”.
I have not written a “proper” post in a long time. I have been working on three posts simultaneously. One is on the global need for clean water, the other on poverty and the third post is on an inspiring character I came across from Malawi, who fights for the rights of women.
We can have aims and ideals. Yet, however much we hope to stick on to them, over time, they change. We need to have faith in this change and “that will make all the difference.”
To all those who feel a bit “down” and “sad”, I want you to know that everything happens for the good. One road is closed down on you, so that you could focus on another. To all those who have all doors open, remember, the road you choose could, invariably, define you. No matter what, the choice is always yours. The world is yours, because you are a part of it.
This is ‘The Road Not Taken’ by 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—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
I hope, I sincerely hope that all of us will not have to face any regrets in life.