This century old poem by Robert Frost is a classic rationalizing outlet to justify decisions made, usually seemingly regretful ones. On a positive note, it is a piece of fine and elegant literature, and even better when taken without too much pessimism or melancholy.
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.
We should take responsibility for whichever route we chose in life. Living life to the fullest is not about the “right” way. It is about how you made it right in your way. If you had like some (including yours truly) taken the road less traveled, relish every bit of it nevertheless, because that wide bright path is just beyond the clearing we are making.