letter to robert frost.

I have never seen some of my friends cry, friends that I've known since adolescence. This is, of course, excluding my actor friends. These are people who were my friends during that pleasant period throughout college. Those friends who weren't friends during high school but found their way to you when they thought they knew who they were. I have watched them slightly crumble at the loss of adolescence, that vague time in your life where you step into the real world and after a year or so (a tear or more) come to that realization that you do not know who you are. They, like myself, have become terribly confused and lost within the person they were so sure they were. At this time, they realize emotional control is at an all time low. So, they let their friends, myself, into that vulnerable "Do Not Enter" zone and allow themselves to cry. It is not a battle lost, but it has allowed them to display their humanity to those they consider close. And they have gained a stronger bond between myself and their pain through an empathy at its peak. Perhaps experiences are different but stem from the same frustration and that, Robert, has made all the difference. Not the road less traveled (yet), because in our youth, we love to believe that is the road we all on. But, we are all on the same detour to both roads- the one chosen for us and the one we eventually may choose for ourselves. I can hope, as I watch the sorrow leave their body through tear drops, that they (and myself) choose the road they chose for themselves. And we can travel together on the one with fewer footprints because at least we could say we were among friends.