His Still Small Voice by A Woman Assigned

I had a conversation with a stranger in the BMV this morning. We spoke briefly about how we both observe that people just go along with the status quo, never challenging what's in front of them. Never taking the time, or making the effort to examine beyond what is told to them, or what appears to be popular. Following blindly down roads that appear to lead to popular places, people and things, with no thought about the outcome. While I sat here in front of my computer, feeling the need to blog, Robert Frost's poem entitled "The Road Less Traveled came to mind." I've read the poem several times and many theories can be derived about what the writer meant, implied, inferred, and a host of other analytical and literary terms. The poem in its entirety reads: The Road Less Traveled by Robert Fros t T wo 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