No elegir

A veces llegamos a un punto de inflexión, un momento, en el que con más incierta suerte que atino tomamos una decisión, y en ese momento quizás lo que mas cuenta no son las opciones que tomamos, sino las que no.

Para bien o para mal marcamos la diferencia, por eso siempre me ha encantado este poema de Robert Frost:

The Road Not Taken

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.