I have always, always been a fan of the poems of Robert Frost. I know I’m not alone. One of my favorite poems ever is Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening but his The Road Not Taken, with the last verse:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
resonates strongly with me, as well.
I was at the movies last night, to see The Lone Ranger with some friends, and we had to sit through about 5 or 6 trailers first. Quite a few of them, I honestly could just about tell the whole story from the premise and the trailer. There seemed to be absolutely nothing new or exciting in them.
Then one came on, and I was entranced. I can’t wait to see it, and hope it lives up to its promise. It looks different and fresh, and had enough mystery in it that I couldn’t tell where it was going to go. The road less travelled for sure!
I’ve found that recently with books, as well. I want to be blown away, surprised and enchanted. I don’t expect perfection, the road the author invites me to travel down can be a little rocky, that’s okay. I’ll forgive a lot for a brand new view.
What about you? Do you like the familiar (and don’t get me wrong, sometimes I re-read favorites for that warm comfort of the familiar) or do you yearn for the road less travelled, the new, and breathtaking that can make all the difference?