The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

In college at the University of Arizona, I took a Graphic Design course by a really great professor. One of our assignments was to take a poem or song and integrate it into a story book. The words were the lyrics and we were to add images that they text lay on in a artsy way.

I chose the poem by Robert Frost written in 1915 titled “The Road Not Taken”. I bring this up because I was recently digging through old boxes and found this storybook that I designed 7 years earlier. I flippedfork-in-the-road through the pages, about 12, and remembered what that poem meant to me at the time…

When I entered college I was just snapping out of my “darker” teenage years. Man, those were tough. And as you know, I even wrote a book about that time for me called Rescuing Me: A Teen’s Journey From Lost to Found. During those years, many times, I felt as if I was standing at a place in the woods with a fork in the road just ahead.

We face difficult decisions almost everyday. We ask advice of our trusted loved ones, we check in with our gut or intuition to help guide us — but that decision still has to be made, by you alone. It’s pretty scary sometimes. But you know what? As scary as my decisions have been at times, everything always turned out ok. I took each decision as an opportunity to learn from so that I continued to grow and have more clarity with my reasoning.

If you are stuck in the middle of a difficult decision today, maybe this will help…

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.

“The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost

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