The Road Less Traveled

This poem by Robert Frost always inspires me and has accompanied me in the life's ups and downs:

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.

In the past several months, I have discovered things about myself that I wasn't aware of and a courage and a will that I had forgotten that I had. I am a better person for knowing my pilot and I am grateful...