Wednesday, May 28, 2008

This is not an analysis.

The Road Less Travelled can be read at the buttom of this analysis.

I first read this poem back in 1997. Up till then I never heard words so smooth that speaks to a future one chooses for himself based on independent and carefully considered choices. Obviously, the individual gets to a point in life where the way forward has two paths to it: the familiar (the road that went under the growth) and not so familiar (the one that was grassy and needed wear).

Reading them back in the day, I wondered what my story will be, but given the different obstacles, impeditmants and other illusions of life, I soon forgot that which I read and thought, mostly gievn myself to fear of the uncertain and the consequences of choices made (both good and bad). Little did I know then I was threading the paths well beaten by many, the fear of failure being one of them, I think the fear of success came in to focus as well. Yes, the fear of success: how do I top what I just did, and how do I move on from there.

As true to the poem, as road leads onto road, I cannot go back to the beginning to start all over again, which is what I believe the last paragraph points to. One most be certain of the important decisions,mostly because they are personal decisions arising from the freedom to choose. I believe every decisions you make take you on a different path that continues to guide you on the grand plan or takes you off it. The foundation you built cannot be replaced, can be reinforced but takes more energy.

As you bid forward in life, I wish you continuous progress, that your mind will be clear to the choices you make, and the import of your freedom to choose will not be lost to the illusions of your youth. While an opportunity may be lost, you will in the wake of it find a path that puts you back on the right track and your star will be bright to lead you in your darkest hour and a gentle wind to push you when you are down on yourself. I wish you this, for at this time, this is exactly what I would want you to wish me.

2 comments:

NaijaBabe said...

It is smooth indeed...plus y ou write so well!

laspapi said...

Amen, black man. Amen. Mr Frost wrote there, one of the best poems I ever read.