In 2012, take the road less traveled, and make a difference.
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.
– Robert Frost