World Affairs And Beyond

Robert Lee Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963) an American poet born in San Francisco, California. The Robert Frost Farm is in Derry, New Hampshire, where he wrote many of his poems, including "Tree at My Window" and "Mending Wall." Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost 1923 Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. This is where Robert Frost used to sit and write !

Away from city life,  far and deep into the woods,  some nights you listen you try hard to hear voices;

I believe that we see our own reflection in other people. The way people react toward you, after they meet you, is actually the way they have been reacted towards since the very beginning or for a very long time. They are kinda used to the reaction and it has become their custom. So the next time somebody is mean to you, you should know the world has not been very kind to them. Those who are kind to you, are the lucky ones, who are satisfied with their lives and content with whatever nature has offered them. You can actually be kind to the mean ones, as they need to know what kindness is. :-) Who knows, maybe it will change their lives for good.