The Road Not taken

När jag tog den här bilden tänkte jag på dikten nedan och hur man väljer sin väg i livet. Till just den här grinden kom jag av en ren slump, när jag vandrade runt planlöst för att varva ner efter en mycket stressig vecka. En bred och stor grind. Jag undrar vilka breda stora grindar jag skulle kunna öppna, och vad som skulle hända då?

The Road Not Taken

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