The Road Not Taken

The Road Not Taken-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.




*Today in philosophy, Mr. Keonig dared us to ask the question which path will we take? Will we follow the mainstream of life, blending in, never questioning what we are told. Or will we take this-the road less travelled- where the way is not always clear, where we make our own noise, where we dare to question popular belief.
Today, my resolution is to take that divergent path and to follow it wherever it may lead. Life is not always certain, especially lately, and anyone who knows me knows that I'm probably already a few feet down the less traveled path.
But today I'm taking a philosopher's view about this path and daring to dedicate my life to something different. Because to me life is a highway and I'm gonna ride it and every day's a winding road. My rollercoaster's got the biggest ups and downs, but as long as it keeps goin' round its unbelievable.