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.
What do you do when you face the same situation? Do you take the road most people take? Do you like staying safe with the crowd? Or does adventure get the better of you, making you tread where few have gone?
This question of deciding which road to take will come up in your life with regular frequency. The next time when it does, I hope fear and lack of confidence won’t haunt you. I hope you will be able to smile confidently and, like the poet here, embrace the adventure of the road less travelled.