hmmmmm

A friend of mine recommended I read this poem.  He is a very dear friend, and knows my heart.  

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.

Robert Frost

Interesting.  This can be interpreted a couple of ways.  It could be saying to charge on, experience the unknown.  Or, it could be saying that you can never look back, never change the past.  Or, perhaps it says both.  I am not sure.  The road less traveled for me?  I wish there were only two ways.....  But, it is very true, you cannot change the past.