Saturday, October 22, 2011
Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920.
1. 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; 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
As I read this poem I thought this could pertain to weight loss too. So I decided I would write a response to this regarding. This poem talks about choices. I had a choice to make in 2009. That choice was simple lose weight and live and don't and possibly die early. I chose the road seldom taken by me. Which was weight loss. Why I simply didn't want to die. I chose to live life and learn from my past mistakes in order to move forward.