The Road Not Taken

My friend once said:

The regret of not doing something is way greater than the regret of doing something

Yeah, indeed. There is a slight regret in my heart. But I know what I have to do now is being grateful with what I hold in my hand, live it sincerely, and be the person who can benefit and inspire others. While thinking on my way back home from office, I suddenly remember this poem, and surprisingly it fits my condition perfectly, especially the last verse. That’s right, I took the one less traveled by, and (hopefully) that has made all the difference.

The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost (1874–1963).  Mountain Interval.  1920.

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.

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