“The Road Not Taken” poem by Robert Frost makes us contemplate the choices we make on the journey of life. We are each on the way to the same destination, just taking different paths at different paces.
Have you ever felt that on the spiritual journey you are walking a lone road? The masses have gone the other way, yet you journey along – day after day, year after year. You may hear the jovial cheers of others as they enjoy unseen frivolities; temptation makes you wonder if you are missing out. But perhaps, just perhaps, could it be that the road less travelled is the one path leading to permanent and true happiness.
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.