Two Roads Diverged in a Yellow Wood. Why do I keep traveling both?
My human existence is flawed. Very flawed. Most of us are, and simply won't admit it, nor will we willingly allow others to see the carnality of our nature. When I was in high school, I was even more flawed than I am now, even as an adult (Whew! Thank God for maturity). When I got to college, I realized that I was still flawed, but not as much as I was in high school . When I got to graduate school, I was still flawed, but nowhere as near as much as I was while in my undergraduate program. As I went through my doctoral program, I really realized my flaws. As an adult, now married with one son, I was made more aware of my flawed existence. But the common denominator from high school to adulthood was this: I continued (and still try my best to do so) to seek the path less traveled. I do this, because I find that the road less traveled tends to be the road to any and all kinds of peace, success, well-being, and serenity.
My carnal nature just hates the way it feels sometimes! What does your 'road' feel like?