The passion(less) of me..

After putting off watching the .... movie (add adjective yourself), finally seen it. ummhhh tough to describe what I think of it without getting too personal and sappy.. to put it in one word: touching. not much on the crying part, but (tho shown very limited) on how Jesus touched the lives of other people...

Most of the time I didn’t really pay attention to the slaughtering part (yes, it was brutal and rough and a bit too graphic), it was the price He chose to pay. You know the rest of it, the how and why.. it's out of l-o-v-e he decided to walk down the road less traveled. One tough decision that ultimately cost His own life.

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

It’s part of Robert Frost’s poetry titled “The Road Not Taken” (click here to read the complete piece), shared by a dear friend some time ago, which I found very true and echoes life itself.. being aware of my sometimes indifference, I wish I could be more passionate (compassionate?) and when it's required of me, the courage to take the road less traveled.