The Road Not Taken

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

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.