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 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.
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Rocio,
I think this poem by Frost really does speak to your journey as an individual. I see you taking original paths in what you do and what you want to do. I particularly see the ideals of this poem resonate with your passion to pursue drama as your field of choice. Taking this path, though it will be difficult and demanding, will undoubtedly result in far greater gains that the easily trodden road.
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