The Road Not Taken

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.

From Robert Frost’s poem The Road Not Taken, 1920

Today, while sat in my car (in a car park), a man verbally abused me because he felt that my car was too close to his. He was rude. When I asked why he was being uncouth, it seemed to make him more irate and it resulted in him hurling abuse at me (while I stayed silent) and culminated in him calling me ugly.

What surprised me the most was the fact that his two little girls – both no more than 7 and 5 years old stood by as this happened looking somewhat frightened. I smiled and told him it’s a shame that he feels that way but his opinion meant little or nothing to me and I said I felt sorry for him because he has daughters yet felt the need to pass judgement on my appearance.

You may be wondering why I’m sharing this story – quite frankly I am too. Possibly to get you to get us all thinking about our reactions when in a frustrating or somewhat scary situation. I really wanted to give him a piece of my mind but what good would it have done? I felt I needed to show his daughters that there was more to life than abusing people and being nasty. Also, you don’t fight vitriol with more hate and bitterness.

Anyway, I feel a little like I am on the road less travelled at the moment. It is daunting and at times overwhelming but also really exciting. Hopefully one day I’ll be able to explain and be more specific. But for now… I’ll just keep walking.



  1. January 9, 2018 / 2:08 am

    This is one of my favorite poems… And I love that outfit btw

    • metodayyoutomorrow
      January 10, 2018 / 9:48 pm

      Thank you very much!

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