Robert FrostBut yield who will to their separation, My object in living is to unite My avocation and my vocation As my two eyes make one in sight.
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The poet by the name of Edward Young is quoted as saying that "But yield who will to their separation, my object in living is to unite/My avocation and my vocation as my two eyes make one in sight." Young was essentially saying that he didn't really care about where he lived, what he did for work, or who he married, but rather his choice was to stay with the woman he loved. Whether you are single or married; whether you are happy or sad; your life is still your life. What you do with it is up to you.
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