The mid-twenties is when you have the least economic ties, the least financial needs, the least number of assets holding you down. It is the time with countless opportunities. It is a point where many paths can lead to many different lives…
Take that risk. Take that leap of faith. Just do it. Perhaps (or most likely) you’ll fall flat on your face, with your nose stuck in that crevasse on that non-trodden ground, but then you can pick yourself up, wipe your nose clean and walk a different way. All this time, you would know that you had tried, although failed, you at least tried.
My papa’s always said: youth is power. Use it.
Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost
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 on 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.
Go back:
Part 1: question of life and death
Part 2: reassessing the path
