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; 5

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, 10

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. 15

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. 20


I like this poem by Robert Frost. Interpret it as you may, but this is a reminder that often taking the road less travelled, less familiar and less predictable actually often ends up being the better path. Sometimes I feel like an idiot because I often choose to take the harder road, when I really didn't need to. I look back, and wonder what things may have been different if I had taken the other road, but like I feel Frost conveys in this poem, you never really know what the other road would have lead you to. You have to go with the decision you made. I do know, however, that the times in which I have grown the most have been times in which I have taken the road less traveled. What less traveled roads have you taken recently?