The Road Not Taken

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.
                       – Robert Frost

This poem is assuring to anyone who had choices to make and chose that option which no sane person would take. Everyone is always in search for a safest option which will help one to live. But is it really living? Nope! It’s called surviving for the sake of it. Living is saying no to the easy and the usual. Living is taking up a random road which no one has thought about, taking that first step followed by numerous other steps one after the other with courage. When doubts loom, then poem like these are assuring which tells in a fond way, “Hey! It’ll make all the difference”. And it’ll.


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