THE ROAD NOT TAKEN

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.                                                                - by Robert Frost



  Nowadays, I am just entering the twilight year of my life. Yes, I really think so. I know I am supposed to accept this current situation without self-pity or frustration because old age is a fact of life. Most people my age are probably tasted the bitters and sweets of life. People say that life is half spent before one knows what life is. I think I have an idea what it means.   Recently I often ask myself, "What was the true purpose of my life? How many times did I stand at the crossroads of life?" At times like that one of Robert Frost's poems, 'The Road Not Taken' comes to my mind.   This poem describes the tough choices we stand for when traveling the road of life. Every day every minute we are faced with decisions. Unfortunately we cannot predict the future, so we may or may not regret that we left the possibilities of the road not chosen behind. Moreover, we realize we probably won't pass this way again.   Sometimes I imagine what the road not chosen look like. What if I took the  other road? (April, 2014)     Robert Frost reads The Road Not Taken