The interesting thing about this poem for me is that it is not about confidence and taking a road less travelled..
The choice was equal and the choice was made.. Looking back in the end, it appears the choice, was the wrong one and this is not your path, but as you walk down that road their is more distraction keeping you from turning back and making it less likely to return, to the other path.. All paths have light and shade, beauty and ugliness. Nothing is ever perfect
When you look back at the end, that is when you see the mistake..
If you are struggling with choices you should take whichever road feels right.and not be distracted by the green grass .
If it feels like the wrong choice, then turn around.. No one says you need to keep going and live with regrets in the end..even if parts feel wonderful and right. It is not the whole picture..
Their are consequences to choices and they should be faced, so if you make the wrong one, it is in your power to make it right..
The short term pain of change gives you long term gain. If the pain is prolonged and the choice still wrong, then you should not ask why, but more surrender and turn around . This becomes the road Less taken……. And not the road not taken.. More of a positive choice. One of bravery and knowing….. Putting the ego aside.
Choose life, choose you, the paths are not interchangeable but you can always make a change, as you are in control of your destiny, not the path you choose
Sometimes we look at our choices and think, I should have done things differently!
but you didn’t you made a choice, a decision..
Now! make another one. You can never go back because it is never the same as the leaves fall and time changes the path, but the wrong choices lead us to deep regret and pain..
Never fear the decision to turn around and admit you made a mistake.. The path has changed, but is leading you back to your destiny, not your past.
That is what I get from this poem and I find it sad, that if the wrong road is continued, it is not a road not taken anymore, but a life lost.. 💗💗 NK
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.
