Road

Robert Frost once wrote, “Two roads diverged in a wood, and I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.” The poem, in which this appears, The Road Not Taken, always has caught my attention, but it wasn’t until I headed down the misleading road of inflection and abuse that it really seemed to come alive.
I will never forget the first time I walked into high school, the aroma of new text books travelled throughout the hallways, and all I could seem to think about was making new friends. As I pondered all the different reactions I could receive from people I tried keep to myself thinking that someone would be in the same situation as me. As the glories lunch bell rang I began the long dreadful walk to the cafeteria to nervous to eat I sat awkwardly at an abandoned lunch table. Without hesitation a young man approached me, and asked if he could take the seat beside me. I glanced over at him and could barley control myself. The way his eyes glistened when he looked at me. I felt as if I was connected to him somehow. Every day we sat together sharing stories about our lives, our deepest secrets, and our highest hopes. He would come over almost every night and we would gaze into the stars wishing, dreaming, inspiring. The nights we spent together were unforgettable, but the tragic night we went to his friend’s house was the night my whole life changed.
Walking into a shed filled with people incoherently mumbling. I took a seat on the floor and watched as they lit up the end of the long majestic tube that was intertwined with smoke, the smell of marijuana lingered. Placing my mouth on the tube I felt a sensation run through my body shaking me to my core. Everything suddenly went blank. I could fell death gently sweep across my lips. Different images were swimming throughout my mind graduating high school, traveling the world, Becoming a writer.
Waking up in a smoke infested room I prayed, and at that moment I knew that I would always be thankful for that boy with the glistening eyes that showed me how imperfect the world was. How know one can be trusted, and how nothing is ever as it seems. Without that boy I would have always wondered where the other path would have lead me. Somewhere that is very dark, very cold, and very lonely.