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 onto 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 took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference

Robert Frost

This always gives me inspiration when I'm making choices. Although technically it doesn't really make sense because how would you know you took the road less traveled until u have traveled them both? It also seems to suggest that once you've chosen a path there is no turning back. Although you may change paths later on, there is no changing the past. Which I think makes sense to me. We are forced with choices all the time and making a choice sets you down a path. You can change this later along that path when you are faced with another fork in the road, but you can't change the choices you have made previously and the consequences that come with it. Very rarely.