crossing thresholds

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I am a visual learner. When I think of change  and choice, I think of crossing a threshold to a new world.

If I cross over, what do I leave behind?

If I misbehave overtly, will it be a change in me that will now define me?

Is a poor decision  the edge of a slippery slope, that once I take that next step, I can never retreat from it?

If I do something hard and something scary, will a greater world be on the other side?

the road not taken

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.

When someone close is making a choice you think is wrong, so wrong you struggle to recognize them in it, you state your piece clearly now, with all your words that colour and all your open heart, and then you let them go. And this is very hard.

I am bad at it.

 

( My apologies for the extra h originally in thresholds. Consider it there for hyper)