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; 5
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, 10
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. 15
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. 20
So we didn't get to choose the road we travel on. And it is a rough and rocky road. There are pot holes to trip on and ditches to fall into and curves you don't expect and walls to climb. And cliffs to fall down. And sure we fall down those cliffs and we can say:
a) "Oh my God I've fallen down a cliff! I think I broke my body. I might be dying. I've fallen and I can't get up." And then just lay there in pain.
b) "Oh my Gog I've fallen down a cliff! I think I broke my body. I might be dying. Oh, wait maybe not. I think I'm just in an insane amount of pain. I'm all good. Give me a few months and I'll slowly climb up the other side." And then in slow agonizing pain climb your way back up to the road.
And neither A or B is the right answer. Because we are not on that road alone. When we fall down it is not wrong to lean on others to help us climb up the other side. Little holes hurt. Falling down cliffs is another story. Sometimes we need a little help on our road and That Makes All the Difference.
And... although we may not choose This road of Pain (because who the hell would eh?) the road does have forks in it and those forks have choices in how we walk this rocky road. Both paths are just as rocky, bumpy, with cliffs and walls to scale. But down one fork you see challenges to your life, but you see a life, down the other you see pain and anxiety and depression. We do have choices on our road every day. Not easy choices and not easy battles. Because it is a hard, hard road to travel. But maybe if we Choose to travel it and choose how to react to it maybe that will make all the difference,
I do love that poem. Truly is one of my favorites.