The Road Not Taken
We all have an internal GPS that guides and directs us on the path of right vs wrong. Which is “right” for us sometimes remains to be seen. To be seen after the fact or after a success or failure. Failure is relative really. If you fail at least you have had enough gumption to get up and try and “do.”
Society has set standards. Our circles we travel in have set standards. What are our own? What is our barometer? Our guidance? How often do we simply follow the crowd without really deciding for ourselves where or what we want to be?
Robert Frost wrote in 1916, appropriately 100 years ago a poem titled “The Road Not Taken.” There are many different opinions on the internet about the meaning of this poem. How it was written. What message it is suppose to send.
Are you a crowd follower or do you search out your own path? Your own journey. Do you walk it alone or in the company of others? Do you find yourself walking the same path expecting to see different scenery or do you just enjoy the familiarity and comfort of knowing what to expect – whether that outcome is good or bad?
I challenge you to take a road less traveled. Walk a path you have not yet experienced. Look around you. Yes, look left and look right as an observation of where you have been and then look forward to where you are going. Nowhere in this statement was a reference to looking back. The sun shines above and around you, the horizon ahead is bright and beautiful to behold. You are the one in charge of the direction. Be your own navigation system…. do what works for you. Be in charge of your own input. Change direction if you need and when traveling off that beaten path enjoy the ride.
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The Road Not Taken
BY 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 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.
