I am NOT by any means a poet. But since I was little, I have loved this poem by Robert Frost. I think it sums up life. Everyday, we pick and choose which direction we would like to head. Each of these decisions makes a difference even if we are not aware of it at the time. Along with the many opportunities that we are given each day, comes regret. Regret that you made the wrong decision and the anxiety that comes with thinking that you took the wrong path in life. We cannot take both roads so if you find yourself in this situation of having to choose, choose the road that is less traveled.

The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost

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 took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.