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; 5
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, 10
And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I marked the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way I doubted if I should ever come back. 15
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. 20
I moved to the bay area straight out of high school. I worked hard, went to school, found true love, a place to call home, and a job I enjoy. The poem above has always spoken to me; life is such an adventure and it is my job to try to live in the moment not regretting the past or worrying about the future. In the words of Tennyson, "So much to do, so little done, such things to be."