While wondering about what to write for today, the last verse of the poem ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening’, written by Robert Frost, suddenly appeared like a wandering cloud in the clear blue sky of my mind, and right away I knew that I had to dissect and reflect about these lovely words through writing.

Have to say that these lines are answers to the questions that I’ve been asking myself lately, which concerns the limit of my own imagination and ability to craft poetry… asking myself where and when these writing endeavours will end for me, when will I see myself writing that last post of goodbyes and thank yous before closing all of my online accounts for good… is it even worth my time? And where will all of this lead me to… what’s my reward at the end of the road, and will the pathway continue? And, believe me or not, ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening’ was my answer from this session of self-inquiry — vague and mysterious, but still, limpid to my mind.

‘The woods are lovely, dark and deep’, yes, everything around me is so beautiful, and as I am someone who acknowledges beauty and aestheticism with all my heart, I want to remain in that contemplative state all day so as to feed myself of that subliminal energy; dark and deep and lovely is the tranquil woods, a place far from the brouhahas and toxicities, a place where silence coexist harmoniously with the peaceful sounds emitted by birds, foliages of trees, water streams, and the echoes of nature… and the woods are in my head when I close my eyes to empty my mind, and it’s so dark and deep and silent and lovely inside, that all I want to do is to remain forever in these enticing woods that suck me in its vacuumed mouth… but it can’t be the case for me, I can’t sit eyes closed in that chair for a long period of time because I have responsibilities and duties… my journey is just different.

‘But I have promises to keep’… ah! These promises I made that look more like wishes badly spelled, as if promising to myself all of these things will instantly materialise in my life out of nowhere without me actually taking the steps and right actions that will help me realise my own wishes. Ah! These promises I made to myself, these dreams that I need to concretise, and which will never come true if I remain in these lovely, dark and deep woods… I have to work towards making my dreams come true.

‘And miles to go before I sleep’… thus I have so many more things to accomplish in this life of mine, perhaps, I have to write more stories poems and blogposts, more photos to take and collage to make… perhaps I can really become a source of inspiration, an influencer, as we call it nowadays on the web… or, perhaps it’s not only about what I write, perhaps, I like to think, it’s way more profound than all of what I’m doing right now… but what? What is it that will entice me more to get out of my bed in mornings with steel-like determination as if I was going to mine golden nuggets? What fuel will I use to help me continue my way miles ahead? Passion, curiosity, or even rage, or something else?

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.
(Last lines from ’Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening’, by Robert Frost)

We arrive at the end of this moment of reflection about these lines that popped in my mind yesterday… a little bit crazy and Willy-wonkian, spread with some hocus-pocus sauce, but still, by isolating the last lines of this poem so as to analyse them in the light of my own perception, I came to the realisation that it all make sense to me… my questions have been well answered.