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.
I have been contemplating this poem quite a bit of late, it made a huge difference in my life when discovering it in my early teens.
I have been questioning quite a bit lately what it means for me to express my values through work and the often independant and lonely journey it can be when I stumbled on the poem as a post on my friend Kim’s Facebook page. I thought that I should celebrate it too.
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Thanks Les Im happy you too found the poem and its inspiring value…
That poem is such a well-captured description of what seems some days like the most obvious truth, yet the one which doesn’t perhaps inform our lives enough.
I was given your blog url from Audrey (I am the madman planning to depart to Cairo in November). Look forward to meeting you and hope that you will consider seriously coming with 🙂