Robert Frost’s birthday was this last week, and as such, I believe I should say something. If asked who my favorite author is… I have a hard time answering. Upon deeper thought, I often come up with Robert Frost in at least the top 20. In high school, my parents got me a copy of all his works. I can’t think of a poem by him that I don’t like… which is pretty amazing.

My favorite poem of all (and that’s pretty easy for me to be sure of) is 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.

I like to live my life like this poem… At least I try to. I like to choose my path because it is attractive to me, not because it is the one everyone else has taken.

Sometimes, taking the path no one else takes is lonely. Luckily, now I have someone to take that path with me. It makes the walk much nicer.