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.

-Robert Frost

This has always been one of my favourite poems. Especially the last 3 lines, they have been etched in my memory ever since I came across this poem for the first time.
Its so true that each and everyone of us comes across stages in life when we have to make huge decisions, decisions that might change our lives forever. And most of us, unlike the poet, dare not to choose a path less travelled. I hope I wont end up repenting for not having made a difference to my life when I had a chance to.