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.
(Robert Frost, 1916)

I think one shouldn't envy people who are richer and happier than him because he decided his future and should take full responsibility for himself. But I know...it's kind of difficult. Sometimes I feel "why am I doing such work..."

About the poem, I wonder whether he succeeded because he stepped on the road which has never been walked on by people.

For me, I think I will follow the road many people have stepped.