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.
What is a moment of truth? What happens when one is faced with a moment of truth?
Is it a time or place where we face our fears, face our demons or face the unknown; or is it a place where we face our greatest opportunities? Perhaps it is only a simple passing moment, noticed, where we pause and choose a different path. Perhaps it is some or of all of these.
How do you face your moments of truth?