life

i'm feeling nostalgic tonight. remembering good times and good friends and sorting through the anger that i still feel toward my friend who committed suicide only 10 days ago.

i thought of this poem when thinking about my friend who killed himself. he loved robert frost. the interesting thing is that i see this poem as optimistic and i think my friend saw it in a totally different way. i am so glad that i am who i am and that i think the way i do (i know it sounds narcissistic, but that's how i feel--sometimes i just love that i am who i am and that i see the world the way i see it). The end of the poem is what caused me to call this post "life." Even though the "woods are lovely, dark, and deep" there are things that i have committed to do, things i still need to experience, miles and miles that i need to go "before I sleep."

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.