A few posts back, I determined I found the “pura vida” and decided it’s time to either stop the blog or turn it down a new path. I’ve chosen door number two for now, so that’s the reason for the new blog title.
As for the meaning of the title itself, as you may have caught, it’s an allusion to a certain poem.
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’m at that stage of life where every step is a crossroads. In the past few years, I’ve passed up a million roads, and I’ll pass up a million more in the years to come. There are many ways I wish I could save for another day, but I have to face that I’ll probably never be a musical actress, a botanist, or an architect.
I’ve lived by process of elimination, leaving behind paths only because I’ve been inexorably carried past without making the effort to choose. I could play this game my whole life, a victim of time, never choosing a path. I know people who have done this. But as a senior in college, I think it’s high time I consciously took my own byway.
And that will make all the difference.