Post number fifty, fifty days into my sixtieth year, the old cliché, time flies comes more relevant as time flies… I have found that I don't spend much of my life wondering about roads I haven't taken because I have been incredibly lucky with the ones I have. That's not to say I haven't made mistakes, or have the odd regret but the anticipation of a new day and a new event always holds me firm. Indeed the unconventional roads I have taken sometimes have offered the best options, twists and turns. And so I was thinking about optimism yesterday and I re affirm this today. Robert Frost writes about a road not taken and his idea to take the one less traveled rings true for me, especially now that I am beginning a new writing cycle, have I mentioned Icarus Over America? But for now, after the Robert Frost poem we have Springsteen and a textual intervention on a Steinbeck's Grapes of Wrath in the 'Ghost of Tom Joad' (with the marvellous Tommy Morello adding some guitar…
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.
