Yep. The title of this post is EXACTLY what it says. Hadn’t read this in a really long time and it called to me randomly late last night. SO FREAKING ON POINT. I forgot how much I love it. I hesitated in posting because everyone has posted this somewhere and it’s a bit cliché, but then I decided it’s my blog, I can be cliché, and I can post whatever I want. Enjoy!
- all credit to Mr. Frost
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.
