Just sharing a very well known poem written by Robert Frost in 1915. I like it, and I think it is an accurate reflection of how our choices echo throughout our lives.
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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I love this poem, but I'm always slightly at a loss with it - is Frost saying it was a mistake for him to take the road less travelled, i.e. the more adventurous path? Is he saying it would be better if we all just followed the most obvious route?
Much as I think it's beautifully written and very genuine, I still don't like the message - he appears to dwell on his mistakes (or what he perceives to be mistakes) where I would prefer to be the kind of person who accepts the past and moves on... Then again, maybe that's why I'm not a great poet!
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