Friday, May 03, 2019

Two Roads

When I was in college, I’d loved reading classical literature. A favorite poem of mine that made an impression on me was “The Road Not Taken,” written by Robert Frost.

I remember holding a copy of his poem in a book while hiking or walking. It’s still vivid a photograph of an old man with two diverging roads before him.

The poem goes:


“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.”

The poem gives us an essential truth about life.

We’re all given the freedom of choice. And in the exercise of that freedom, we’re reminded to take the right road even when pushed or tempted to take the wrong road.



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