Monday, April 19, 2010
When Two Roads Diverge ...
One of my favorite poems is The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost. I memorized it in fourth grade and the poignant, elegant words have lingered in my deeper heart ever since. Now I find myself, once again, at a fork in the little meandering road called my life, trying to answer the looming question ... which road shall I take?
Now in this lovely poem, the person chooses the "road less traveled" which I can honestly and proudly say I have taken up until somewhat recently, when the real world smacked me upside my little blond head :) Oh well ... it was bound to happen and I can still, at very least, choose the road less traveled in smaller ways, that are sometimes more meaningful, right? I might be working in a cubicle currently, but I can choose to live by The Four Agreements as often as possible. I can remind myself that bliss cannot be disturbed by gain or loss and I can keep writing about living a Karmalized Life in Los Angeles.
So, as I stare down both paths at this fork in my road, I can see that both are well traveled, but I hope to choose the one that's is less traveled between them and blaze my own trail anyway.
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.