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.
I like this poem because it's about the human tendency about being torn between two attractive things. Making a right decision is always hard. I guess regrets follow in either choice. But what makes people satisfied is their responsible attitude to make the decision a right choice. That is, what is important is not the decision itself, but the endeavor you make afterwards. Whatever you choose, you'll sigh wistfully about the other path. Too late to go back, so that prove you've made the right choice.
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