the road not taken
We all have those rote learned phrases from our school days that we can miraculously still regurgitate on demand. Most of which we remember for inexplicable reasons, but some of them actually resonate and stay with us for a reason, like the verse of Robert Frost. The Road Not Taken, Frost’s renowned work, is one of those poems that probably isn’t fully comprehended by rambunctious teenagers, but we come to realise later the wisdom in his words. Reaching a crossroad in our lives and having the courage to take the less conventional route can result in great rewards…
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 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.
* photo: Cameron Gaze