The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost, 1874 – 1963
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.
Has life ever presented a fork in the road to you? The paths appear to both right and wrong at the same time. There doesn’t seem to be any clear message which one to take… Why can’t there be a third option.. To create your own path. To trod down a new road that no one has thought of yet. However, even in that respect I still don’t know what that perfect way is. There always seems to be an option that lingers there for a moment in front of me..