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.
Our lives are a one‐way street. Each day we make choices that create our path, our journey. Seemingly small choices sometimes shape major changes that alter the course of our lives. You turned left at the light and were blindsided by a drunk driver. What if you had turned right? You took that job that required you to uproot and move. The company rocketed to wild success and your equity means you don't have to work another day for the rest of your life. What if you had passed on that job for the one that was near home?
You invest your time and energy every day in something. You make choices because of the ...