I do not believe living in the past is the way to better understand the future or even the present. Learning from the past, now that is quite another matter altogether. Living in the past is a desire to relive it but much like age there is no turning back the hands of time or redirecting the feet of fate. We are all right here right now where we are for a reason. Our present state was not created yesterday or even the day before but over the course of years, one day at a time.
One of my favorite poems became so because of my lack of discipline when in junior high. Needless to say I was not a model student. I did not know it then but life’s most cherished lessons are stored away only to be resurrected when needed the most. A poem, by Robert Frost, comes to my mind often when making important decisions, such as the ones I have made the past year. The poem was introduced to me by my vice principal at the time. In my frequent visits to his office for disciplinary reasons he never paddled me (which is unheard of now anyway) even though he was more than entitled to. Instead, he would make me read The Road Not Taken. Once read, he would ask me to read the last three lines again before sending me back to class. When I would see him in the hallway between classes he would ask me to recite them. If I couldn’t off to his office I would go. I did not know it then but I should have have been more thankful for the wisdom revealed than for the paddling missed!
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
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
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 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.
I have found the road less travelled is quite a road indeed! It has been worn “really about the same” as the other but with marked differences.
The travelers are different on the road less travelled. They are authentic, value minded individuals with much to offer, much like my vice principal. These other travelers include the crosshairs traders I have had the pleasure of meeting, who have their own stories to tell about their journey to the present. I listen and learn from each one of them because I want to listen and I desire to learn. These travelers include other bloggers and traders, some I have met, others not, who inspire me and educate me because I want to be inspired and educated. Only the student of the market can be a teacher. There are many more where these came from and I look forward to meeting you, whoever you are. Sure, there are those who have fallen by the wayside and found that the road less travelled is not for them but I was there one time myself and found my way back. They can too. And you?
The opportunities are more rewarding and life-changing here. When I started my blogging journey less than two years ago I had no idea the opportunities ahead of me. It was tough realizing at the end of the month only 100 people read what I had to say (and half of those friends and family!) but with determination and a desire to help others I persisted, carried only by the increasing number of those who were learning from me as I was from them. Opportunities beget opportunities I have learned here. The opportunities on the road less travelled, though oftentimes buried, are but the treasures yet to be unearthed. I have my pick and shovel. Will you bring the wheel barrel?
The road less travelled is void of road signs. Have you ever been on a road that seems to never end? I can’t wait to get home, we say. Or, when are we going to get there? Only to find that when we get home or when we get there, wherever there might be, we find that we never really strayed that far from home or there in the first place! The road less travelled has no end. There is no destination. There is no stop sign, no mile marker, no dead end. Travelers here are on a journey, backpack in hand, heading to the next future, one step away and one step at a time where learning is an open road and the market but the pavement below their feet. Got your backpack and boots?
My only regret? That I did not begin this journey earlier. But how would I have known then what I know now? All I do know is “somewhere ages and ages hence” I plan on being on this same less travelled road, you know, the one not taken. You know, the one that vice principal was on the first day I walked in his office, not knowing he would change my life, and give me the opportunity to change the lives of others as well.
On this the last day of the year…do you have a traveler you need to thank?