TWO ROADS DIVERGED IN YELLOW WOODS !!

What is Life ? And What we have to take from it ?  Just A Friendship that comes on it's way and accept it to let live life happily.

Thousands years been passed ; and now we are in the culture of civilization .  The ancient apes have gone and we have come out with new faces with these long years of gap.  These faces themselves have created a long distance amidst the humanity; and it's so sad to see them fight together. The fight is of Land, Language, Religion. The fight that is of High and Lows . The Rich and The Poor.

Midst the journey of this existence where we are trying to search our own path of survival , and existence ; the bread and butter that count's the family to live  together, it's sad to see many faces for a question' Why it's hard for a person to live his/her life happily.' ?

The system has been broke and is been  broken  by all of us. We all need to rectify this to come out at a conclusion that say we all are human; and we all are One .

There is nothing to hide between you and me . The soil has given a breath to us. The mother nature has brought us up. Among the relationships of all that we behold; we must think once that survival of the humanity is the top most.

I hope this post finds you well and hope we think of the things that matters to us. Taking off me from all of the above, we think of the big WE; The Earth, The People That Are Living Within It's Surface.

On a short note a long remembered poem that dictates the roads of life that makes all difference.

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.

Good Day

Digvijay Thapa