Two Roads Diverged

The Road Not Taken

Robert Frost

"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 equallly lay

In leaves no step had trodden black

Oh, I saved 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

Somwhere 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."

My favorite poem and so incredibly meaningful in my life. I know it seems privy to say that poems can be written about your life when writing is really only meant for the author to know and readers to pretend to know, but sometimes it really feels that way. Things have been rough and it is times like then that I have to remember that being on the rougher path only makes me the stronger individual.

Life is no walk in the park, sometimes, for some people, it can be, but me, I'm not on that grassy previusly worn path where you can always know what is ahead. I personally think that a more dangerous path because you believe you can see what is coming and then the unexpected pebble makes you fall down...and you take that much longer to get up. Those of us, on the rougher road, know it is unsafe to think we have things figured out or that we're in a "good stretch", to take things as they come and always be ready for a fight. I cry about it sometimes but a blog like this is important because I wouldn't want it another way really, because ignorance isn't bliss. Ignorance is ignorance and it is a nasty terrible thing. :-p