The Road Not Taken
BY ROBERT FROST
My favourite poem on the journey of life. It gave me heartaches each and everytime I read it. Making choice is my biggest obstacle and not wanting to lose pride makes it worse.
However I am glad that I have the courage and conditions to make choices near enough to my ideal despite of turbulence at times.
Associating with the wise and compassion had helped me earn credits in life just like hitting jackpot. Thank you to all of my friends and family.
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.
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