The 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.

     Just because you forget a dream, doesn't mean that it stopped existing. In the same way, just because you don't see the road, doesn't mean the road doesn't exist. Lu Xun said, "Hope cannot be said to exist, nor can it be said not to exist. It is just like roads across the earth. For actually the earth had no roads to begin with, but when many men pass one way, a road is made."

    A path is not simply for walking: its purpose lies in moving forward and improving oneself. A path that fails to do this is not a path. The path is open to everyone, but not anyone can walk it.