The Road Not Taken
I’ve come to yet another turning point in life. A place for reflection and excitment. A time for evolution not revolution. A place where saying “goodbye” is sometimes not the easiest thing to do. One thing I have learned in my short 23 year stay on this planet is that goodbye is rarely a reason to be sad. It’s a time for smiling and a time for opportunity moving into the future. I am as excited for stepping out into another chapter of my life as I am for every one of my friends. I have faith that wherever you will go, you will succeed. With a will and a dream, there is most definately a way. And, so on this night I turn to my favorite poem. A poem that I have made a point to always live my life by. A poem that helped me make the decision to go to Colorado. A poem who’s author is immortalized in bronze on my alma mater’s campus. A poem that lets me know that evolving yet again can only prove to be more promising than my last decision to do so. While I will miss all of the wonderful people that I have had the chance to know, play, and laugh with here in Colorado; I always know that great friends are only a plane flight away.
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
