My oldest is off to the midwest in search of gold and self.
Each stands at the “two roads diverged in a wood” as Robert Frost writes in his famous poem, The Road Not Taken.
I interpret this poem to be one of reflection and possible regret later in life for decisions made when younger … decisions to how and when to step into the unknown. Indeed our decision for a set path on well-worn roads, or to travel on lightly travelled roads sets us apart.
For each of us, a time will come for deeper reflection on life and possible regret on decisions made. My boys force this on me now and I find myself staring deeply into the reflecting pool reviewing my life, my choice of road into the wood.
Back to the here and now … my boys step forward and I watch them walk away, alas two diverging paths into the wood. I bid them well. Indeed, may their choice of path make all the difference.
The Road Not Taken
By Robert FrostTwo roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo 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 thereHad worn them really about the same,And both that morning equally layIn 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 sighSomewhere 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.