There is a reason that the poem
below is so often quoted. The problem is we
seldom see its significance until reflecting back on our own lives. As Frost so
seldom see its significance until reflecting back on our own lives. As Frost so
elegantly put it, until it’s too
late to go back.
We all make decisions every day,
from what clothes to wear to what toothpaste to
buy. The interesting thing is we
rarely see when certain decisions…that road
choice, will alter the course of our
lives. I don’t say this to paralyze but to nudge.
I would urge you to attempt to be
cognizant of your choice of road. Be as aware
as possible.
THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
by Robert Frost
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.