Do you know this Robert Frost poem from 1915? Here are the messages I get from it:
The first message I get is one of independence, a literal message about taking the road less travelled, doing things your own way, trying something new.
The second message is one of distraction – of not fully appreciating the road you are on because you keep wondering about what might have been down that other road.
The third message I get is of missed opportunity, of saving things for a day that never comes.
Do you get those same messages? Is he really saying what others have said in different ways? Create your own opportunities, live for the moment, have no regrets about what might have been?
So, here is his poem –
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.