two roads

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down on 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

What has your path been like along the way?

Take the one less traveled!