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

This poem has been with me since I was a child, elementary school to be exact. We as a class all took a line, memorized it and spoke it to an audience of our friends and family at our six grade graduation. I have looked back at this poem so many times in my life. Today more then ever this poem still holds truth for me.

My life has not been easy. I don't live in a land of excuses or of being a victim. I feel as if I'm trying to pick the right path and sometimes I do and sometimes I don't. I'm not sure what will come of me but I do have hope that the path I'm choosing now is the right one.

I will survive. I will make mistakes. I will pick myself up and move forward because there will always be a decision or path to choose. I hope for myself that I will never get lost again. As having to choose a path, my path, has never been easy or come without great sadness.