Knowing when – means you must know yourself . . .

I took a walk the other day, before yesterday’s storm dumping on us with another 24″ of course. It was a beautiful day and I am fortunate to live close to the Connecticut Blue Trail System. At a point I came to this section of the trail. The Blue Trail continued where you see the tracks of either tires or a snowmobiles, not sure which. The more narrow side trial had this single set of foot prints leading up hill.

It made me think of the last verse of a well known poem that reads:

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.

I  then pondered how does one know when to take that road less traveled? Me, I like the well worn path. I appreciate things well proven. I see wisdom in the well established.

Yet, there are times when I have had to go that lone path and taken a turn less popular, unknown, and one that left me open to critics and cynics both.

It “feels” less risky, easier, and popular to stay on the well worn and wider path, but, is it?

Don’t you think it’s wisdom that guides us then? But wisdom must be established on values. ¬†Values – those unalterable convictions we hold?

Don’t you need to Know yourself well in order to know when we should take the path less traveled? When we are unwilling to stay the course of others. I think this is a part of wisdom, knowing yourself – weakness and strength, the pleasing and the uncomely.

And values, do you know what the few core values are that you hold? I don’t think there can be more than 5 to 7 core important values any one person holds so high that they believe they will not compromise on them.

And the full poem I was thinking of . . .

The Road Not Taken by 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 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


  1. Betsy says:

    One of my favorite poets. It doesn’t hurt that he was a New England native, either. As far as the axiom, I’m still trying to learn this lesson, I fear.

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