The Road Not Taken

Not to be mistaken with this blog title, this is The Road Not Taken, a poem by Robert Frost (1874-1963). Sums up the plethora of choices and decisions you have had and made in your life and the fact that they would continue to affect your life in one way or another. To me it simply says that there is no right or wrong decision. You just have to know in your heart that though past decisions have brought you here at this point in time, what really matters is what choices you make from now onwards. The past is only there for the purpose of education. Learn from it and try to be wiser from it. And try to live a life free of regrets. I am sure we at least could strive to lead one.

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.

(1920. Mountain Interval)