The Road Not TakenTwo 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 marked 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.
Most people have read this poem, usually after being forced to by an English teacher like me. But stop one second and ponder the meaning. We make choices all the time. Some large, some seemingly insignificant. We continually choose between “two roads” all the time. And sometimes our choices appear not to be so important, but they end up reverberating and echoing for the rest of our lives. Making a choice of “a road less traveled” can make all the difference in our lives. So, I stand at the fork in my two roads. I am choosing the one less traveled by. I am hoping it makes all the difference.
And I’ll get to pet a camel.