For years I have thought about a few lines of Robert Frost’s poem The Road not Taken; that I wanted to shape my life around. I feel as though when I was a teenager I did a decent job of doing so.
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.
Frost, Robert. Mountain Interval. New York: Henry Holt and Company, 1920; Bartleby.com, 1999. www.bartleby.com/119/
At some point while traveling down that road you pause for a rest. You sit back and cross your arms when you notice your arms are covered in freckles. Only in this moment the as the sunlight shines through the leaves above you see yourself. Maybe for that first time, or maybe you were only just ready to look now. Now what shall you do: stay seated, turn around, venture on. At this crossroads there is another decision to be made. Do you continue to take the road less traveled by? The question do not go away with a blink of an eye, it stays present even if you are not…