These are the last three lines from The Road Less Taken written by the poet Robert Frost and first published in 1916.
To me, everything we do in life is a choice. The Road Less Taken represents the decision to follow the crowd and do what everyone else is doing or take the alternative path and do what we believe we were really meant to do.
We have only one life to live. There is no do over. We can, however, start from where we are and move on. Each day there are many forks in the road. The question is, which one will we chose?
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.
