The Road Not Taken

The poem, "The Road Not Taken", by Robert Frost, (included below), has been one of my favorites since I was in Junior High School.

Throughout my life, I have been presented with options on a regular basis. Some of these options are the safe ones, the well-trodden paths, the less-risky decisions. Others were the more challenging, less-accepted and more adventurous routes.

At different times in my life, I have chosen one path or the other. Sometimes I have taken the predicable path and sometimes the road less traveled. The predicable path has led to predictable results. The decision to follow the "Road Less Traveled", however, has led to some incredible adventures. I have always been glad when I followed the less-crowded path.

At least keep your eyes open for that path - and give it serious consideration.

Who know where it might take you!

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.