Although I don’t fault others for their decisions, I personally opted not to go into male modeling. It’s simply impossible to do everything — time is limited — and, besides, being surrounded by screaming and swooning teenage girls grows tiresome after a few hours.
Still, it’s interesting to see how my life would have gone had I made a different decision:
http://nymag.com/thecut/2015/08/lucky-blue-male-model.html
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)
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