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 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.

Why?

Why would you choose to leave behind comfort and certainty?

Maybe you want the see the world or take a break from your routine or learn about other cultures, maybe so you can better understand yours. Or maybe you have no good reason at all. Maybe it's more a compulsion. An itch. A longing.

No matter, if you start thinking about it, you are ready. Just go. Travel will do your soul good.