פרק 26 - השביל שלא נבחר

יש לנו בחירות, חלקן קטנות של היומיום, חלקן מתוות את דרך חיינו, וכמו בדלתות מסתובבות, אנו שואלים לא פעם, כיצד היו נראים חיינו אם היינו בוחרים אחרת? האם בחרנו נכונה? ואני שואלת, האם באמת קיימת בחירה אחרת בדיעבד? The Road Not Taken  BY ROBERT FROST Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo 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 thereHad worn them really about the same,And both that morning equally layIn 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 sighSomewhere 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.