Road Less Traveled, 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 back.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted that 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.
Max did take the road less traveled by. Through him I got to live what it would be like to follow your dream and do exactly what you wanted to do with your life. Max was lucky enough to know what that was and he LIVED it everyday.
I think in a way we were all jealous that Max seemed to have it all figured out, there was no changing his mind. But now I can’t help but wonder it was meant to give all of us that glimpse, to inspire us to that it can be done, he knew what was important.
People like Max don’t come around that often, if at all. He is the only one I’ve met that had himself pretty much figured out, that knew himself, really knew himself. Someone who would ALWAYS be there if you needed him, would always ask how you were, how things were going, but unlike all of the times we’re asked this during our days, when Max asked, he was genuinely interested to know, he looked you in the eyes and engaged himself in whatever you had to say.
He never judged anyone, he was kind to everyone. These kind of qualities take lifetimes to master, if ever. And Max was able to be that good of a person at our age. He amazed me. I’m really going to miss him.