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You know this one, but I am sharing it all the same, and perchance reminding you of it as I, too, was reminded. I stumbled upon a photocopied version while I was trying to get rid of some books for some much needed space. It was tucked in one of my English notebooks from high school. I hoard books; notebooks included. It is pathetic, really, but it is a habit that I’m rather proud of. To the poem then:
The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost
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 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.
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I love this poem too :)! These words have been a constant supporter when I look back at my decisions for quitting my job to start my wish, ichcha.com 🙂
Yes, they are the same to me. I think you made the right decision though! One ought to do what one loves 🙂