The Road Not Taken

Every once in a while I think we all look over our shoulder and think about the past and ask the question, "What-If?" I wasn't necessarily thinking about that when I read Robert Frost's poem, "The Road Not Taken"; but, it did cause me to pause and wonder. And, as I read and contemplated his verse, I totally understood and had the clarity that regardless, we take many paths in our lives and they all lead us to where we are today – and it's all good. At times, it may not seem like it, but we are purposefully at a place and in that place we must appreciate it for what it is and for the manner in which we've gotten there – The Road Taken.

Enjoy . . .


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
took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost, Mountain Interval, 1916