There is a line from a poem by Robert Frost. He tells of coming to a fork in the road, a place to decide where his life is going, & he says that he is "sorry I cannot travel both roads & be one traveller".
He was sorry. I'm sorry. We're all sorry about that one.
But one person can never travel two roads. We all have to choose.
It would help if the decisions were more clear-cut, if one road guaranteed success & happiness & the other was posted "Dead End". But, almost always, at the fork, the choices look about the same, equally inviting.
Sometimes I wonder about the road not taken. Did I do the right thing? Maybe I'll never know. I seem to keep taking the road less travelled by & that has made all the difference. I think, for the better.
But to travel both roads & see where they lead... wouldn't it be nice.
He was sorry. I'm sorry. We're all sorry about that one.
But one person can never travel two roads. We all have to choose.
It would help if the decisions were more clear-cut, if one road guaranteed success & happiness & the other was posted "Dead End". But, almost always, at the fork, the choices look about the same, equally inviting.
Sometimes I wonder about the road not taken. Did I do the right thing? Maybe I'll never know. I seem to keep taking the road less travelled by & that has made all the difference. I think, for the better.
But to travel both roads & see where they lead... wouldn't it be nice.