The Road Not Taken...

I recently thought about the poem 'The Road Not Taken' by American poet, Robert Frost. Just to give you a little background history, I read this poem when I was in high school and it had such a profound affect on me. I mean, it moved me in such a way that I thought to myself who doesn't think of "if I could start my life all over again..." or "if I would have just...."? I believe we all wonder what "could have been" at least once in our lifetime. C'mon admit it. You know you've done it. Unless, of course, you have built the perfect life for yourself. Then, in that case, I applaud you.

In my opinion, this poem displays how we all have a choice and there are always going to be different paths to choose from. Think about it, we are constantly making choices every single day of our lives. Whether it is the biggest decision you have ever made in your lifetime like buying a house or just making an everyday decision like picking out what to wear. Everything is a choice. But remember, it's your choice. I read once that in order to find variety in life you should take a different route to work. So, I am. I am taking different routes all over the place. And the thing I love the most is that I always choose to take the road less travelled because that is who I am. I feel like an explorer trying to find my next adventure or are the adventures finding me?

Anyhoot, with the recent events that happened in my life, I am reflecting on this poem once again and I would like to share it with all of you. Whether you have studied this poem as I did in high school or are experiencing it for the first time, enjoy!

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, 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.