The Thing About Travelling

I would like to begin this post with Robert Frost's timeless poem, "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;

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 marked 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.

In Spite of Everything

Van Gogh was the epitome of the ‘tortured artist’.

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P.S. I am currently on an exchange program here in Uberlandia, Brazil and I haven't posted much about it on this blog, on Facebook, Twitter, wheresoever. I don't know, I don't seem to feel compelled to do so despite the fact that my mother does. Haha.

P.P.S. I hate the fact that I only write/blog when there is a laptop on hand and a significantlyinteresting  topic that occurs in the spur-of-the-moment that I think of something witty or something to serve up for intellectual discussion.

P.P.P.S. Argh, I use too many words in my sentences. Like when Jose Rizal was describing Calle Real in Noli Me Tangere. I think that it was a sentence cum paragraph.