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 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.

I find it interesting that Frost entitled his poem the road not taken. Suggesting, I suppose, that it is just as important to not choose one as it is to choose the other. I have just made one of the hardest decisions of my life. And in not choosing what I did, I have found peace and relaxation. In not choosing one, I accepted myself and who I am. In not choosing one, I came to terms with the reality of me. Perhaps the things we eschew say more about us than the things we embrace. Either way, I have found that I can fully enjoy the beauty of the path I'm on. And that will make all the difference.