If we spend our lives looking back at our lives with regret, we miss out on what is ahead. We may think we took the wrong road, made the wrong decision or missed out on a chance. However, how are we to know whether the road we chose wasn’t in fact to our best interest?

Instead of looking back at what we think we did wrong, we should only look back to reflect, merely to check if we are about to do something again that didn’t turn out to our liking before, then move on and accept the results, grasp a lesson or two and stay focused on the next crossing ahead.

Roads will be bumpy, will have sharp turns, will have potholes, and when we get to them, we will tackle them as best we can. The road we choose, shouldn’t be chosen out of fear of moving away from our comfort zone, but out of adventure, with an open mind.

I love the poem by Robert Frost: “The road not taken,” which explains all too well, how choosing one road to another, has more to do with adventure and not about making “wrong” choices.

 

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.