Two Roads...

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

Do you ever wish you had a crystal ball that would tell you the outcomes of the two (or three or four...) roads that lie ahead in your path? I mean, something that would show you what your life would be like if you went left and what your life would be like if you went right and then, upon seeing this, you could make your decision about which one you wanted to take?

There are some interesting...well...developments in my life right now and I'm trying to get a grip on them. I'm trying to make decisions and I suck at making decisions. (sorry for the s word for all your tender eyes out there.) I think that the decade between age 21 and 31 should be called the decade of decisions. That's not to say that you don't make important decisions after you turn 32 but, it seems to me, that most of the fundamental decisions in life--the ones that formulate the general trajectory of the rest of your life-- are made in that time.

I'm not trying to wax philosophical or anything. I'm really just trying to make decisions and for some reason I have the feeling that those decisions may change me--not necessarily change for the bad or good, but just change. I am at the fork of those two roads and deciding which one to travel...wish me luck.