Robert Frost wrote about two roads diverging in a yellow wood and taking the one less traveled. If he were alive today he would be mortified about the institutionalized and sanctioned misinterpretation of his masterpiece by academia and other snotty intellectuals.  We are taught in grade school that “taking the road less traveled” is some metaphor for an act of heroism or making the correct choice over temptation.  The reality is that the poem is about a dilemma with choices of equal value.  In more circumstances than we care to admit there is often more than one good choice, and the act of choosing means closing the door on several possible paths.  This is true of everything – where to go to school, what work we choose, who we choose to commit to in love, where to live, work, play etc.  Wearing a red shirt doesn’t mean a blue one looks bad on you, it just means you chose to wear red.  And yet as time goes on and we wonder what life would be like had we made a different choice or traveled a different path, the uncertainty and longing is made easier by convincing ourselves that we took “the road less traveled” and it was somehow a noble act… So when you come to the point (and you will come to this point) where “nothing fits the way it should or how they said it would so surely,” reflect that the road less traveled wasn’t necessarily noble or good or bad, it just “made all the difference” as Frost taught us and must remain a riddle without an answer.