I kept thinking of this poem by Robert Frost tonight......I guess it was meant to share. 
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| 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 |  
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| 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 |  
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| 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 |  
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| 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 |  
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