The Road Less Traveled

I am a pseudo-graduate. Two classes left to finish (sometime over summer or fall) and then I get to walk across the stage of the ORU Mabee Center on May 6th, '06 dressed in a black robe and cap as the apex of a $50,000 education. An education that I am very proud to have.

However, now I am in the midst of that transitional stage. A scary stage to say the least. I see about 40 different paths I could take, and each path looks good. But what's the best one? I want so much out of life. There is so much to discover. However, as scary as transition is, it gives me the opportunity to really discover who I am and what matters to me. I have no use for pretension. I choose reality in what ever form the Lord will give.

So, despite my insecurities and fears, I look for the grassy path that has yet to be walked out. It's a beautiful path, although there may be some bends and curves along the way. Yet, I know over time I will be able to quote my good friend Robert Frost, "I took the [road] less traveled by, and that has made all the difference."


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