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 took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference !

-- Robert Frost (1874–1963)



well... this was always one poem i applied onto my life...the one i learnt in my standard 10 but realized now...

Somewhere deep in me...i might still yearn to have taken the trodden path... but when it is the question of "would i have been happier that way?" yeah sure i would have... but "would i have learnt so much then... ??", "would my life be a bit more meaningful now than before?", "do i know myself more now.. than before?"... the bitter truth is yes... and i'm happy i am here...!!!

In my case....

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere two and a half year hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference !

I dont give a shit to people who mock at me now....cause I'm msel cause these thorns taught me to be that way.. which their tar layered roads seize from them..... :)