Which road will you choose? My favorite poem is Robert Frost's The Road Not Taken. The thought of that road less travelled allows me to see the world as a place rife with choices and opportunities. The key is you have to choose!
One road may be familiar and safe while the other holds uncertainty but the promise of new experiences. I'll admit to sometimes taking the safe and easy path, but there have been times when I've stepped outside my comfort zone — ziplining in Costa Rica, backpacking in the Grand Canyon, launching a blog — and found rich rewards. The unfamiliar path can be frightening, but we never know what we're capable of if we don't take that step.
Step out. Take a chance. The road is waiting. The choice is yours.
Have you taken a chance lately? Have you tried something new but decidedly different? What were the results? Please share your thoughts in the Comments.
As Frost's poem is in the public domain, I am sharing it below in its entirety.
One road may be familiar and safe while the other holds uncertainty but the promise of new experiences. I'll admit to sometimes taking the safe and easy path, but there have been times when I've stepped outside my comfort zone — ziplining in Costa Rica, backpacking in the Grand Canyon, launching a blog — and found rich rewards. The unfamiliar path can be frightening, but we never know what we're capable of if we don't take that step.
Step out. Take a chance. The road is waiting. The choice is yours.
Have you taken a chance lately? Have you tried something new but decidedly different? What were the results? Please share your thoughts in the Comments.
As Frost's poem is in the public domain, I am sharing it below in its entirety.
| 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 travelled by, And that has made all the difference. |
