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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 marked 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
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The fork in the road presents us with a choice: Do we continue on the
same path we have been following all along, or do we take a different
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Maybe the new path will lead us somewhere, maybe it won't. It's hard
to know before we try. There's a risk involved in making a decision,
and it can feel scary.
The problem we face is whether or not we're willing to take the risk
of making changes.
Sometimes, there is an additional problem. It's not just that we are
hesitant to follow a new path... we are not even aware that it exists.
We do not see any fork in the road.
Yet, there is usually a fork in the road... even when we're so blinded
by our old ways of thinking that we can't see it.
Making changes starts with seeing the forks in the road, where we once
didn't notice them.
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