The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost

YTwo 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 is was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

images-3And 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 think I first became familiar with this poem in high school, via a gem of a book entitled, Sound and Sense: An Introduction to Poetry by Laurence Perrine. At the time I was not a big fan of poetry and so I struggled with this and other poems at the time.

I have often thought of this poem in the past months as it has become increasingly apparent that I was to take the fork in the road that lead to a new career in tech and away from the road I had been on in higher education administration.

Lessons I have learned from taking this fork:

  • What is temporary today can become permanent—my part-time job in tech has lead to a second career.
  • God has a plan; it may not be the same as yours, but He has a plan.
  • It’s never too late to learn new things.
  • It’s never too late to begin again.