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, 1920

Eu e o meu medo de mudanças. Seguindo a analogia do post do Danilo, eu sempre fico com frescura na hora de atravessar uma porta quando essa pode mudar a minha vida pessoal. Bom, chega uma hora em que temos que apostar todas as nossas fichas mesmo sem nenhuma carta na manga... e talvez um nível menor de poluentes por m³ não seja tão ruim assim (mas que meu corpo vai demorar pra se adaptar, isso vai...)

Ps: Ganhei um "Pai Rico, Pai Pobre!". E, nossa, o cara teve dois pais mesmo! XD