I am scared

I am scared. That’s not an admission of guilt; it’s a transparent expression of fear. I am scared of what I don’t know, what I can’t see, what I can’t quite put my fingers on, and what puts its hands around me. I can utter a million reasons why I shouldn’t be. I can recite…

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The Road not taken

One of my favorite poems is "Road not taken" by Robert Frost. Let me share a taste: "Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I could not travel both. But being one traveler, long I stood, and looked down one as far as I could to where it bent in the undergrowth." I…