The Untraveled Path

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 traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

How nice to re-kindle a farewell to the arms of redundancy. For a man to strip himself of customs and traditions so as to not qualify or comply. A freedom to anyone who dares to challenge himself and fore go popularity so as to not adopt what is acceptable. To allow himself to be himself and with him, goes everything he has learned, read, studied,lived, understood and the things he has yet to find. Oh, what freedom to do it alone. Oh, what freedom to not comply. Blessings, r