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 perhaps having 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 marked 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. 

- Robert Frost

Now, this is one poem that interests me. For those of you too lazy to actually read the whole thing, don't worry. I'll break it down for you.

Basically, it goes like this:

• A guy walks through the woods and finds a fork in the road.
• He can't decide which way to go, since both roads appear to be exactly the same.
• He decides to go one way, and maybe he'll go the other way next time.
• However, he knows that there probably won't be a next time, and that he may never find out what the other road holds in store.
• When he gets older, he'll reminisce about his decision. He took the road less traveled by, and that has made "all the difference".

The message? Well, we all come to our own 'forks in the road' all the time, for as long as we live. It's all about making the right decisions on which way to go. And the way I see it, when you finally get to the end of the road you'll either find yourselves 'upstairs', or the dreaded 'downstairs'. Hopefully we'll all take the right turns - I know where I'd rather end up. ;)