TRUTH

The Road Not Taken
	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 (1916)

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Say Your Name
	You are a pile of atoms.
	You are blood and bone made of cells and a case.
	And if you zoom in a little further, just atoms and space.
	Atoms walking around this planet, bumping into other atoms, driving cars, reading books.
	Piles of atoms, expected to know how to act, and how to look.
	It's not fair. It's not fair.
	One day you're sitting in a shopping cart staring up at your mom while she's pulling hamburger helper off the shelf rubbing your head with her palm.
	And the next, you're dragging yourself to a 9 to 5, dragging yourself to a bar to drink poison and lime so you don't have to feel alive.
	That one day, you take your first step.
	And the next, you're running for your life.
	It's not fair. It's not fair.
	Because we're never told, 
	because no matter how grown we feel, we're never really that old.
	There's no notification that pops up to tell us we're an adult,
	when the world stops understanding and expects results.
	Nothing can prepare us.
	Not the wisest words from the wisest mouths can prepare us for how savage and cruel this world can be.
	What we understand, but no child should believe that you will struggle.
	Our lives are defined by our struggles.
	This isn't eat, pray, love; This is eat, shit, die.
	There is no safe passage around this. We have to go through.
	There is no advice out there that's gonna tell you what you already knew.
	What you know in your heart, but you stop from reaching your head.
	That one day, you will be dead.
	And when you are, you will wonder what kind of life you led.

	You are a pile of atoms,
	but you also have a name.
	What is your name? Say your name.
	Are you free? Are you alive?
	Are your atoms gonna spend their days sitting on a couch?
	Are your atoms gonna push more atoms as air of excuses out of your mouth?
	Are you ready to accept that there is both sun and rain?
	Are you ready to put your hand directly into the flame?
	Are you ready to wake up and say your name?
	Say your name! SAY YOUR NAME!

	You are a pile of atoms,
	but you're also more than that.
	You are you.
	Never to be replicated.
	Around for just one tour of duty.

	You are a pile of atoms,
	but you have a name.
	What's your name?
	What's your name?

  Matthew Manning

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