The Road Not Taken Two

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveller, 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 travelled by,

And that has made all the difference.

-- Robert Frost

Making decisions is never easy, but there's always a difficult road, and a easy road. I've always found that in the end, the difficult ones are the ones that I look back on and say, "Yes, it was a hard decision to make then, but I'm glad I made that choice", whereas the easy ones were "I took the easy road, and paid for it later." I've also found that heart also has a big influence on the outcome -- for instance, I will always regret that I didn't follow my heart and major in anthropology or english, and instead took the easy road of finding a major in which I had accomplished a majority of the work. It was easy, but I cheated myself out of something more important than the degree -- personal satisfaction.

This is where I stand, at a crossroads. Where do I go? Shall I follow my heart or my mind? Take the easy road or the hard one?