“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both.” -Robert Frost

What does it mean to take the one less traveled by? How can the traveler’s mind be so sure in identifying the road that will not be taken? Will the perpetually arising questions never cease?
It is a state of mind like this in which a traveler may wish for more guidance; a map, a sign, or a familiar tree. We will always hear of the wonderful adventures behind the path we did not choose, and we will always wonder what would have happened had we been able to live in our respective alternate scenarios. Thus, we struggle to justify the decisions we make, preventing us further by hindering future progression. At this point, we the travelers ultimately find ourselves at a standstill. We tell ourselves that guidance would lead us to an answer, but we know that giving the decision to another will only lead us to lose sight of the road we wish to have chosen. Sometimes the fear of the conceivable future is oddly beautiful.