A Road Less Traveled

We have all heard versions of this poem. Most call it something about

 A Road Less Traveled

As you look back on the roads (choices) you made, there is always more than one option. Not necessarily Left or Right in nature.  And I find it true that once a path is chosen, for whatever reason, don't expect to be able to reverse course and take the other road. Somehow its either not there or Closed. A window of opportunity as it were. Go thru when the window is open because it will close when you are not expecting it. 

Remember,  He Who Hesitates is Lost,  or some other saying.
How do you choose which road? There is no real answer, only ideas to consider. If you are a analytical person, use those skills: If you are a artsie craftsie person, your view is not what you see but what it can be made to be: Ahhhh.... then there is the dreamer, perhaps you do not see what I see there or what it can be decorated to become. You see something else, a vision that I can not even imagine. These result in the most interesting travels of all. They are what stories, poems, songs are made from. Venture forth if you dare, but have a seat belt on.

You think, Yep, that's what he wishes he had done.... but that would be wrong. I'm analytical by nature, so that's what I see. Add up the data, divide it into its parts, analyze what it seems to mean. Work the data. (Now that don't mean it takes a long time to do that.... same as it don't take long to inspect a hot horse shoe)... and after all that is done. 

Listen to the Little Voice Inside

The sad part is that although boring at the time, students don't seem to get to learn some of the things that are the source of many "statements of truth" that we all use. Most of us over 40 have a personal idea of what it really means. In each life its different. This poem is best appreciated after you have taken a few roads.

The Road Not Taken

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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. 

Robert Frost 1916