Many people have speculated that the poem titled "The Road Not Taken" is a reflection on actions taken in the past and the resulting differences those choices made for the future. In truth, Frost wrote the poem as a jest toward a friend who had trouble making decisions--including which direction to take when they trekked through the woods.
I normally don't appreciate poems, as well as I should, yet for unknown reasons this one has a quality that appears superior among its peers. Our futures may transform in an instant with a decision of such innocent quality, yet our mental rulings must prevail or our lives would turn stagnant.
The entire poem is underneath the picture, please let me know what your thoughts are after reading.
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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; 5
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. ”
