On a hike one day we came across this lovely choice. Our path split into two, and we were faced with a choice on which way to go. So often in life we come across choices like this. And as in the well known Robert Frost poem below, we look as far as we can down one choice until we can not see any more. Then we turn to look down the other choice, paying attention to every little difference, hoping to find an answer to which one we should choose.
When faced with such a choice, which do you choose? Do you take the road that is well worn, or do you forge ahead into an unknown direction? Which road entices you?
We chose to head to the right, looking wistfully down the other path as we went. It was a lovely surprise to find as we walked along, that in the end we came out to the very same spot, and had done nothing more than explore a lovely circle of nature!
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 marked 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