The Road Not Taken a poem by Robert Frost is something that I always remember. It seems to motivate me when I have to make a decision or walk on an unknown trail which looks inviting but I know that it is not going to be an easy walk. It prepares me for the unknown but also gives me some kind of hope that I’ll find what I’m looking for at the end of the journey.
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. – Robert Frost
As a child when I read this poem I liked the picture that was painted throught words. I felt that the book in my hand was a window and I was standing and looking at the path, ready to walk.