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 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.
I like this poem. Makes one ponder all the decisions one makes in life. How a single decision leads inevitably to another and on and on.
The problem for some of us is, God wants us to take one road and sometimes we really want to take the other. A further problem is, God's road isn't always the easy road. He did say, after all, "Take up your cross and follow me."
Never mind me. I'm just being philosophical. In an uncomfortably didactic manner. Go back to discussing things amongst yourselves.