Coming Of Age

Coming of age often means a time of reflecting.  Looking back, seeing yourself as you thought you were.  Seeing those with whom you interact.  Wondering if your vision was an accurate one. Wondering if you were too deep inside yourself. Wondering...

Frost wrote,

"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."

But did it?  Aren't the roads really the same? Is there really any difference?  Are they interchangeable? Or are they a means to justify an end? 

Are we just too focus on the individual? 

Because in the end, any road takes us closer to ourself or further away.  Our soul always knows what is right for us.  We don't, however, always listen.

What is your soul telling you?