"Two roads diverged in a wood..."
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.
~Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken
I've passed this little gravel path dozens of times, yet I've never actually known where it went. I thought that would be a good metaphorical way to start of my blip. I've seen the beginning, but there's no way to tell where it will go from here.
Just as a side note, I did finally wander down this little path to see where it went. It wasn't a particularly exciting destination. It just fed into the same parking lot that the main cement path led too. However, it was exciting to ride my bike down the trail. It was a nice little detour. And it means I don't have to get off my bike. Before I used to get off my bike in order to walk it down a set of stairs between the path and the parking lot.