“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
Source: Family Friend Poems
There comes several points in life where one must decide which road he or she will take. The road less traveled or the one frequented by the masses. Life is a journey, not a destination and there are always two roads that can be taken at any given moment.
In my perception of this poem, I look at the roads as if they were made of dirt in a massive green forest with tall trees and beautiful red, yellow and blue flowers. I picture myself driving down the roads in an old army jeep with a big white star on the hood and no doors or top. I am free to all of the elements from the sky and thick dirt from the ground. I can smell the dew in the air as it fills up my lungs and the smoke from a bonfire afar.
Both roads have old wooden signs with rusty nails and holes in them. One sign reads “Addiction” and the other sign reads “Serenity”. In my bipolar and addicted mind, I can see the road of “Serenity” is less traveled. As I am a recovering alcoholic living with a Bipolar Disorder, the road Addiction would be much easier to travel down, because I wouldn’t have to think as much and face my emotions everyday.
For me, Alcohol used to cloud my mind and prevent me from facing reality and it was much ‘easier’ (I say that lightly) to live day to day, but was it really… No it wasn’t. As I continued down that road, I was faced with tremendous obstacles and it resulted in a dead end that was accompanied by a massive cliff with a rock bottom. As I drove my jeep right off that cliff, I hit rock bottom 4 years ago and ended up surviving the fall by admitting my self into a treatment center to face my demons.
Now that I got a new jeep and learned how to drive again, I am on my journey down the road of serenity. Yes it has some potholes and some molehills, but it is a much safer ride with no dead end. The sun shines bright on most days and the air is easier to to breath. There are times when I get a flat tire or two, but in using my strategies to face addiction, I change them out very quickly and I am on my way again.
Living a successful life down the road of Serenity is a true blessing and I am loving the sun when it is shining and the beautiful meadows of Faith, Love and Hope.