The Road Less Traveled
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.
This choice between two roads takes place multiple times on the journey of every hero, and each time, it sets his life on a different course. Every decision determines whether or not he will become a hero.
He can stay on the path that’s comfortable and familiar, the commonly traveled road, or he can take the road less traveled, a challenging path that often requires sacrifice. But there’s always a choice.
So it is in life, only we don’t always recognize those decision points, moments we must decide if we will go our own way or follow the path God has for us. Even small choices can set the course of our lives, as they nudge our heart in one direction or another. As Christians, we’re on a pilgrimage, and we’re meant to take the road less traveled, a narrow road that in the end leads to life. That truly makes all the difference.