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
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
Of course, that is the beginning of Robert Frost's beautiful versification "The Road Not Taken."
I've always related to Frost and this specific piece of poetry because of the final stage of the verse...
"two roads diverged in a wood, and I...I took the one less traveled by and that has made all the difference."
As I sit in the Autumn of the year and look back at how I got here, I realize...I have taken the one less traveled.
Whether it be a choice made for me or a choice made on my own, there haven't been a lot of passersby on this trail. Every once in a while, a random straggler shows up but for the most part, I have been Sal Paradise sans Dean Moriarty.
And that has made all the difference.
Regrets? I've had a few. But, overall, not a bad trip at all.
The road is life. Enjoy the ride.
