The Road Taken

Two roads diverged in a wood,
and I took the one less traveled by.
And that has made all the difference.
-Robert Frost


When I was 16 years old back in secondary school, i remember learning Robert Frost poems in my English literature class. I always felt that the poem (above) was inspiring, little did i know that it had so many meanings on various levels. I downloaded a Cognitive Behaviour Diary App today, when i launched the app, there i saw the familiar stanza.

Reading the stanza brought back a flash of memories, incidents and automatically the mind tries to match to the meaning of the poem like a jigsaw puzzle, and i ended up relating to the poems with my past experiences. But one particular passing thought caught my attention; it was that everyday we are given the choice to choose and that choice would lead us to various scenarios, conclusions, consequences. 

Everyday we change and renew ourselves mentally and emotionally. How do we change it is how we face these daily "choices" in our own way. These choices are priceless journeys, an alone journey but not lonely. 

Where i am today, is the result of a route i took yesterday, and yesterday's journey was a route i decided upon the day before that. Somewhere along, what i said to someone was a route i chose, and how the person felt or how i was left to feel or thought, was based on a chosen route before that...

The journey of the road traveled is simply a paradox one... how interesting. There are no which road is the correct one or not.. it is basically just what happens after that.


The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

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.