VEIVALG OG ETTERTANKE

THE ROAD NOT TAKEN

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. 

Robert Frost

Om kunsten å velge sin egen vei, ikke den som de fleste andre går. Og noe om at valgene vi gjør, er fundamentale - og leder oss videre i en retning, når vi nå først har valgt en sti eller vei gjennom livet. 

Hva hadde skjedd hvis jeg valgte annerledes, den gangen veien delte seg?