"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both"
-Robert Frost
I never get a full dose of inspiration when reading poems; I usually just look at them, think of how deep they were to the writers, try to figure out the symbolism, then peace the heck out [because class is finally over]. Not this poem, though. The Road Not Taken is my shit currently.
When have you had to make a tough decision between two important (possibly life changing) things? Do you take the path that you know how things will turn out? The "smooth sailing", the comfortable because I know what to say/feel/do at that moment in time. Or do we find ourselves taking chances (cranking on the Dave Matthews, FYI) and take the left fork in the road. The one we were warned about. But we do it for the thrill. Is there at any point in our journey that we realized we probably should have taken the other road, but now we can't go back. If we tried, I'm pretty sure my chances of injury would be severe.
How do you know you will pick the right road? When will you know? Is it at our final destination we sit down to think. What if we regret? I don't want to regret, but then again I don't think anyone does.
Robert Frost states (for whatever reason/situation) he took the road less traveled and that made all the difference. Will the less traveled,less familiar path that I choose be my answer? My forever? Or my 'just for now'? I know Robert Frost isn't my spirit animal, hero, or someone I "hit up on the celli" when making daily decisions, but I guess it's truly all about gut feelings.
I'm pretty sure I'm just awkwardly stuck at the fork because my damn bitch of a GPS has me confused as to which way I truly want to go. Help?
