This week’s quote is from one of my favorite poems by Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken.
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, 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.
Everyone has a different opinion as to what it’s supposed to mean, but I think my favorite and the most popular one is this:
Make the choice to take the harder path, the one that maybe isn’t as easy or open or bright. The one that maybe won’t lead to a happy ending. Take the risk to be different and branch out on your own.
You may end up wishing you had gone down the other road, but most likely, you will be glad you took the road less traveled by.