This painting of mine for this week’s blog is inspired by this amazing poem written by Robert Frost. Even till this date this will always remain one of my favorite poem. I remember reading it in my high school. I got goose bumps. I had this secret fantasy of painting this. I simply love the aura of the autumn in this poem. After it felt like forever I can finally can say mission accomplished. During this pandemic I got the time I needed to practice painting.
I have somehow connected with this poem and its secret code to success . In life just like the two roads in this poem. We have two paths which we are forced to choose. One of them falling into our comfort zones and the other that will send chills up your spine at the very thought of it. Well I always believed this quote what my grandmother used to say to me- If it doesn’t scare you it is not worth risking it… This has been anchored into my mind from a young age. This poem just adds butter to flames integrated in me. The way the writer ended with the path that was less traveled made the difference… I strongly feel this is same in life too. The path less traveled will make the journey horrible but it will worth the efforts.
THE PATH LESS TRAVELED
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.
BY ROBERT FROST
I hope you enjoyed reading this as how much I love this poem. Do let me know your thoughts on the poem and the painting.
p.s- My sister thought the painting looks like a burning forest.
Well I think its just her