Robert Frost was born in 1874 in San Francisco, California. He is well known for his realistic depictions of rural life and his command of American colloquial speech. His work frequently employed settings from rural life in New England in the early twentieth century, using them to examine complex social and philosophical themes. A popular and often-quoted poet, Frost was honored frequently during his lifetime, receiving four Pulitzer Prizes for Poetry.
I know quite a few people at the moment, including myself, who have had to make very difficult decisions about work or their personal lives. Sometimes we agonise about which path to take, how it will impact on ourselves and others, whether it will benefit us or distract us from a proper course of action. Sometimes we do nothing for fear of making the wrong choice.
I tell you this. Whichever path you take will be the right one because you have chosen it, and whatever comes of that choice, you will have learned something you need to know and grown another inch in stature.*
The Road Not Taken – by Robert Frost (1874-1963)
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, 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.
*You can always rely on me for a hefty dollop of hippy shit. Doesn’t mean it’s not true…