Poetic Justice

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 marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.....

(Why this poem by Robert Frost? If you are a skater or a skating parent; if you are an artist, dancer, writer - or anyone who is "different" - the answer is obvious. At some point, we have all met our personal "fork in the road," and we took a deep breath and made a decision to chart our own course without the assistance of Mapquest or Google Earth,  many times counting on a whim or a feeling without much solid information or advice. We looked as far as we could one way, and then the other, but we chose to venture forth, even if our destination was not clearly in sight. We took a "leap of faith" knowing that our course would be analyzed, criticized and categorized by those who are comfortable in safe places. But we saw something different. We stepped into the unknown hoping that, even if the destination was not what we anticipated, we would make the best of our situation, be comfortable with our journey and ultimately make it "home," so in years to come...)
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.