One road splits into two inside a wood in Autumn (or Fall),
And although I was sorry that I could not travel both
at once, I stood for a long time
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it turned and was lost amongst the small plants.
I decided to take the other because it looked just as good,
And perhaps provided the better choice ,
Because it was grassy and invited some-one to walk on it;
Eventhough both tracks seemed to have had about the same number of people passing there
and had been worn about the same.
And both tracks had not been used already that morning
because no steps had trodden in the leaves.
I would keep the first track for another day
Yet knowing how one track often leads onto another track,
I doubted if I should ever come back to where I started..
Long into the future I shall be telling this to some-one else with fond memories
About the two roads that I had to choose from in a wood, and how I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference to my life.
Life is complex. Each one of us must make his own path through life. There are no self-help manuals, no formulas, no easy answers. The right road for one is the wrong road for another…The journey of life is not brightly lit, and it has no road signs. It is a rocky path through the wilderness.
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