I took the one less travelled by.

I sincerely forgot how much I love Robert Frost. Today, I stumbled across a folder full of my old high school English stuff and I found this beautiful poem again. I forgot how much I love The Road Not Taken, it represents my inspiration to always try new things and not be afraid to venture out of my personal bubble. I want to share this with anyone who happens to pass by.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, 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 travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.

This poem is like waking up, or breaking down the wall. It's the first time I'm journeying down that path, therefore it's my road less travelled by. I think this might offer me some different insights into myself. Meditating on this poem will be interesting.