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—
took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
This poem has always sort of haunted me. It is by far my most favorite piece of literature on the planet and yet when I read the lines, I can’t help but wonder how Mr. Frost would know exactly the words I would need to hear all these many years later. There have been times in my life when I have reached beyond my comfort zone…have chosen the “one less traveled by” and yet I was made to feel selfish; as if my choices were solely for my own benefit. Where I firmly believed that I was following the path that would truly bring me to where God had intended for me to be when He created me almost 40 years ago, I was met with disgust and disdain…almost shamed into believing that my actions were no more than an attempt to become a more liberal version of the “real me” at the expense of others in my life. Those who truly know me know that the last word anyone would use to describe me would be “liberal.” I am one the most conservative people that I know! Where I had hoped to be supported and encouraged I found emptiness and solitude…and that has made me reconsider my life’s path; not because I feel I cannot achieve my goals but because I am by nature a “people pleaser”, and I don’t like to see others in my life upset with me.
So here I am, perplexed at my place in this world…wondering where I could be had I made different choices along the way…wondering if I can still have a shot at becoming the person I would love for my children to remember me as…but knowing all too well that I am not nearly brave enough to do what I need to get to that point. Here I stand at the fork in the road of life and the only thing I have to go on is the voice of Kermit the Frog saying “When you come to a fork in the road…take it!” I have no idea what that means. Stupid frog. You think it’s not easy being green? Try being a human…that’s no walk in the park either.
What is it that has helped you to push yourself beyond your limits? What is it that has driven you on the darkest of dark days and has helped you see the other side of the mountain? When you come to a fork in the road in your lives, what do you do? Do you take it?
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