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
I think you are correct that the poem may be about a higher calling to pursue the best way. I also can agree as you stated he may have meant something else. Or he possibly did mean what you...
Famous Poem
The Road Not Taken
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I think you are correct that the poem may be about a higher calling to pursue the best way. I also can agree as you stated he may have meant something else. Or he possibly did mean what you said and also something else. I wonder if he meant the road you take is the one that leads on to new choices and you play with the idea of going back to something that seemed interesting and in time it becomes, as most cases do, an impossibility. That then makes all the difference in that you must accept what you chose because you can never really go back to the same situation. I have gone back a few times to try to set some things straight about my life e.g. places where I used to live or work. It was a hollow feeling. Either things had changed or I had changed to the point where fixing that certain something from the past could never be. All I could do was accept my losses and my choices going forward to where I was now and, though with some regrets, accept that maybe there was some gladness.