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
What really made all the difference is the insight shared in lines two and three.
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
We often try to travel two roads living two lives. We fail to recognize being one traveler is the only way to be a whole person. You cannot travel both roads, it will destroy you. The reality is if you think you are traveling both roads you really aren’t you have just chosen poorly. You have chosen the road more traveled.
