The Road Not Taken
The road traveled, though seemingly less so at our start, is our path. The road not taken is our focus.
long I stood / And looked down one as far as I could / To where it bent in the undergrowth
Decisions take time, and we can only see so far into the future.
Then took the other, as just as fair, / And having perhaps the better claim / Because it was grassy and wanted wear
One choice always emerges as better than the other.
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.
But they are equal until the travel begins.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
We can venture forth with the intention to change course should the choice prove incorrect.
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
But we change in our travels, through our experiences, and the other path changes with us, with time, with knowledge.
I doubted if I should ever come back.
We cannot go back. Our perspective has changed. We are changed, different, grown.
I shall be telling this with a sigh / Somewhere ages and ages hence
We will tell our story of the path we chose.
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, / I took the one less traveled by
We took the road less traveled and made it the road traveled by our travelling.
And that has made all the difference.
Dwell not on the road not taken, and peace will take you safely along the road you travel.