Decision Making.

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.

~ Robert Frost.

I have suggested this week’s topic. You can see what the other writers of the LBC have to say in their respective blogs.  Maria, Pravin, Ashok and Shackman.

16 thoughts on “Decision Making.”

    1. You are not a “a fan of poetry”, Shackman? That surprises me considering your love of music. After all, so many songs’ lyrics are poetry (of varying merit), don’t you think?

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    2. Frankly no Shackman. When I thought up this topic, I had in mind a nice long dissertation on probability theory in decision making, just to show off to Pravin that I have not yet forgotten all that I learnt in Business School! I came up with the idea for this post when I went looking for the image to go with it and found what I have posted here. Then of course, Bingo, the old trusted memory took over and this is the result.

  1. My dear Ramana, sigh – is there ever a sight that makes a heart (mine) sink lower than when finding yourself at a fork on the path? One of the strangest, probably theeee strangest, of my life that if, in my earliest twenties, I had turned one way I’d be living in Paris, instead of which I find myself in England. Now that I am fluent in English, I currently, and in some sort of sudden frenzy, am brushing up, nay reviving, my French. I can’t wait for the afterlife. I’ll be able to converse in three languages with all the Angels and Dogs in heaven and hell, whilst being able to purchase an onion (cebolla) in Spanish. What can go wrong?

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  2. That is the road I took my friend, & although there are things that I miss having not taken the other road, I have never regretted my decision.
    Take care.
    Regards, Keith.

  3. Sometimes it works to take the road less traveled, but sometimes it doesn’t! Like everything in life, it’s best not to make it a rule! But I’ve always loved this poem—it’s a classic.

  4. I’ve been on many a road, that has panned to be quite wrong – of course, in saying that you learn much about what it was that was “quite wrong” – and it’s possible that you will do that similar again – at some point in your life.

    I was musing on things, these last few days when one of my health issues – jumped from the back burner to right there before me. That made me go into “lockdown” & whilst there, I started taking stock of what hasn’t been a problem for a while…

    I realised its my new stance in life that has helped…nice pad, less having to be at someone’s beck and call…therefore I’ve somehow become a new person 🙂

    I’ve obviously got on the right path – but something is calling me to verve sideways…so it’s back to shifting some of those issues to behind the back burner…

    1. You are simply being brutally honest Cathy. And that is the endearing part of your personality. It is very easy to say nice things about the paths we chose in retrospect but while the decisions were made, that they were the less chosen was not very obvious!

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