The Road Not Taken

As I currently face a crossroad in my life, I find comfort in this classic piece of poetry.


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.



Some information presented itself to me this morning, and with that information I'm faced with a decision. Yesterday I realized I've been avoiding dealing with the reality of my situation because things aren't going the way that I would like them to go right now.

Rather than focus on all the negativity, I really need to focus on things I can control, pick one of the options that are before me, and stick with it.