The Road Not Taken

I’m at that stage of life that everyone  hits with a big bang at some stage. Once upon a time there was the mid-life crisis, but in today’s fast paced world where things happen quicker than before, we have the quarter life crisis.

And I think I’m in the middle of  it…

A quarter life crisis you say. Yes, you heard me. A quarter life crisis.

I have all these questions which keep running through my head, knocking at my brain and stirring everything up. ‘Who am I’, ‘Where am I going with my life?’, ‘where do I want to go with my life?’.

I’ve had these thoughts running through my head for ages now, but since I turned 26 they have reached a whole new level. I’m no longer in my early twenties. I’ve passed that threshold, and now I really feel like I should know where I’m going with my life.

The pressure to have it all figured out is overwhelming and nauseating. I want it NOW.

I feel like Robert Frost as he must make the decision on what road to take in the poem ‘The Road not taken’. No matter which one I choose I’ll never truly know if it was the right one, or what the consequences would have been had I chosen the other.

Each day we need to make a decision on what path to take.  Do we take the one which everyone takes, or do we create our own path?

Or do we ever truly know which road to take?

Hindsight is a wonderful thing 🙂

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 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.


5 thoughts on “The Road Not Taken

  1. I loved this poem in secondary school because it spoke to me of adventure and the right to follow your own path. Problem today is there can be too many paths to choose- and often we have to walk through the undergrowth to forge a brand new path in a completely opposite direction.

    1. I think its interesting that you see the two paths as symbolising a sense of adventure and the possibilities of the what ifs. While, I see the two paths and have a sense of apprehension about the two of them, and which one I should take. I like your view better 🙂

  2. Oh dear – the pressure for certainty – the internal voice that says “I should…”

    Therein lies difficulties I suggest. An alternative angle runs like this: I’ll never be sure who I am, what I’m born to do… I’ll live in a state of perpetual questioning. If I ever feel certain – watch out – a surprise is sure to be brewing.”

    David Whyte (poet from Yorkshire, now in North America) has a wonderful CD on Mid-life crises – he speaks as if an individual may have several mid-life crises – during adolescence & many other times during a healthy life.

    You are so right to say we take decisions every day – decisions that influence the path we construct – the path we each make from our individual lives…

    What a great poem Frost wrote…

    Thank you

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