Stopping by woods on a snowy evening

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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.

By Robert Frost

Do you know the feeling -when walking- of going on and on through the passing days, looking for the right place to settle?

Aren’t you familiar with those moments when we finally reach a charming, magical, enchanted atmosphere, that attract us by almost whispering to every centimeter of our body, to each of our senses… that we could stop looking for, and  just settle, dream and rest…

Suddenly, the idea starts growing, beating harder, turning into an hypnotic silver lining. We’ve been dealing with the idea of pursue our dreams for so long, that now, what is surrounding us, looks like the perfect image of them.

But something begins to shake us.

It’s not our conscience, not our fox-snowpersonal animated cricket but the astute fox that lives inside ourselves, in the shape of remindful inner self. Trying to remind us, that even when everything looks so pleasant and tempting, we have to keep going.

Because we haven’t reached the end of our path yet, and still there are a lot of footprints to be unveiled in the trail that we face ahead.

No matter how lingering and pleasant the feeling and the tempting idea can be, since we haven’t finished, and our fox recall us that we should keep going before the snow will cover us and it’s too late.

Too late for the promises we made to ourselves, to our loved ones and friends. The promises that matter, the true ones that aren’t just based on uncertain and breakable dreams.

We have to get back on our feet. We must do it, if we want to abide by those promises and do not get fooled in the way.

There’s a lot to walk, learn, enjoy, uncover… before we go to sleep.happy_fox_snow

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