I've sometimes wondered about this poem by Robert Frost. The traditional interpretation seems to be positive, in the sense that a life is better because of taking the road less traveled. However, that is not the actual words used - just an interpretation. Frost only says that the road he chose made a difference. And indeed it ought to, for better or for worse. I feel that the road you take isn't really for the better because of the road itself, but it's the better because you took it. Had Frost taken the other road it would have made just as much difference. So make your choice and run with it - you only get to live today once.
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.
This image was taken at Maplewood State Park, MN.
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