The Road Not Taken
I wrote this blog in 2014 when I first started writing and created my first blog/website. I've been planning to "update" it ever since with my own author domain name. It's taken a few years to get here, but here we are. Because I'm still here, on the road to Story.
The Road Not Taken by ROBERT FROST
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.
I love this poem (along with his Nature’s First Green is Gold).
Many years ago I took the only road I thought I could, but looking back, I realize the road then really did diverge. I had the choice to stay, or the choice to take the road less traveled. The choice was clear, which was why I thought there was only one road. I chose the one less traveled. It led me down a path of many adventures and travels. I learned and experienced many things down that road. But always, there was something missing.
That road eventually diverged again and I had to choose which to take. With delight I find myself on the road I longed for then. The road of writing.
True, I did write during those years: journals, papers, essays, poems, bible studies, children’s plays, cards and letters. But never did I sit down and tackle the Stories that filled my heart. So here I am, now on the road of Story and “knowing how way leads on to way, I doubt if I should ever come back.”