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Day 6 Provocations--round II
I have a few poems that reside eternally within me. The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost is one of them. I’m not sure how many decades ago I memorized it, but it still stirs emotion, motivation, and determination in me today.
Consider the authenticity of the poem--to examine what is before us, make a bold decision, and then live in that decision stirs our very soul—our very essence. We were made to live this way. We were made to see the first part of the potential paths before us and to set upon one boldly, without regrets.
Today’s additional provocation is to consider two or more significant paths that have been set before us and the one we took. Did we decide boldly?
Do we have regrets?
Do we wish we could go through life without any risk?
Would we say that our life is authentic?
As you consider your answers, enjoy this most precious poem.
The Road Not Taken 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 marked 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.
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