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You’re asked to recite a poem (or song lyrics) from memory — what’s the first one that comes to mind? Does it have a special meaning, or is there another reason it has stayed, intact, in your mind?

I wish I could recite “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost, but I never remember all the words:

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 read this poem for the first time in high school, and it has been my mantra ever since. I’ve always like to take the road less traveled, and don’t mind the fact that the path is sometimes overgrown or perhaps thorny. Life is experiencing things and striving to navigate through the maze. I’m not foolhardy by any means, but I like a bit of adventure and exploring the unknown. I’m willing to step out of my comfort zone to an extent to stretch myself and see and learn some things I didn’t know before.
Sure, sometimes I wonder where the other path may have led, but life is all about choices and learning from them. I know that when the road is uncertain, the more experiences I’ve had, the better I’ll get at knowing which direction to go.
I have taken the road less traveled, and that has made all the difference.