The Roads In The Woods Tell You Something.... Be Wise

If you had to choose a road between two paths in the woods, would you follow the path where the gravel is thin and worn away by travelers who believe,
"Others have gone this way, I must too!";
or would you take the path where the gravel is thick, unmoved, and shuffled little by the feet of travelers who think out-of-the-box, and say,
"Ay! This road is less taken, there fore I must explore it, as this is the road for me!"

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.


- "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" 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 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.

- "The Road Not Taken" - Robert Frost, Mountain Interval, 1920.