The best way out is always through. ~ Robert Frost

I love Hungarian poetry. I hate English language poetry because, to me, they are either too vague, or don’t mean anything… No offense meant, by the way. It’s probably a weakness in me…

Now, the line from a poem, in context, is complaining that he cannot see his way through

He says the best way out is always through.
And I agree to that, or in so far
As that I can see no way out but through—
Leastways for me

I recognize this sentiment because a lot of my students have it. I had it, maybe, a few times for maybe hours at a time… when I was looking for a way OUT, instead of looking for a way through.

Looking for a way out is, in other words, either escape or fixing.

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