The First Post

In this digital age, a first post in a new blog is sort of like the first dropping of ink in a new journal. It doesn't have exactly the same anxiety, though, for a blog can be edited and redone. One a pen is put to page in a journal, the newness is over. Immediately, it is used. There is little margin for error. A bit like life, there are no rewrites. You can't change history and you can't change pen on page, or at least not without evidence of what was there before. Yet, this doesn't mean that we leave the journal untouched or the life unlived, because where is the fun in that? 

I've begun this blog to talk about something very specific: the will to have a big life, a life full of experiences and mistakes and sometimes amazing feats.

On this, my first entry, I will leave you with the inspiration for the name of this blog, a well known poem by Robert Frost:

The Road Not Taken

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;         5   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,         10   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.         15   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.         20