From the poem “The Road Not Taken”:
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.
How often do we think about the choice we didn’t make and what could have happened?
How often do we think about how lucky we were to have made a choice that turned out to be the right one?
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