A Different Path

Robert Frost (1874–1963).  Mountain Interval.  1920.
1. 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.        

This poem makes me ask myself a lot of questions. I have loved it since I first heard it in 6th grade. 

If I’m taking the road less traveled now, did I take the other before?

In what ways is Africa the chance to go back and take the road less traveled?

Or am I at yet another crossroads and again taking the road less traveled? 

Have I taken the road less traveled at other times in my life?

Does it negate my individuality if I didn’t take the road less traveled?

Lots of questions!


1 Comment

  1. Danielle said,

    April 3, 2008 at 3:13 pm

    I have never believed in taking the road less traveled unless it is also the road you WANT to take.

    Taking it just because it is less traveled without finding your own reasons defeats the purpose.

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