I proudly own three books of poetry, one being the complete collection of Robert Frost. I've thought a lot lately about the events that led to my move to Austin. At the time, choosing Austin in light of other options was a bit counterintuitive. After three months here, I couldn't imagine any other road to take. That just so happens to remind me of my second favorite Frost poem...
- JoelThe 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.