Friday BBQ Spotify 1/17/14
When Robert Frost wrote his classic poem The Road Not Taken, I doubt he was concerned that much with how universal his thoughts were – he was most likely just feeling how grand life was that he could stop occasionally and reposition himself, take a look around, and try something different. It’s easy to fall into a rut no matter your station in life – rich or poor, healthy or sick, young or old. We can all become creatures of habit, even if we’re not looking for something better. But I know for certain that sometimes, it really does me well to try something new, whether it’s eating something I’ve never even considered, trying an activity that’s completely out of my comfort zone, or simply taking a road less traveled.
Ever listen to the same music day after day sometimes? Sure, that can be a good thing – who doesn’t occasionally hear a song that really resonates with them? And as used to be said, play it until all the grooves on the record are worn off? The only problem is, we tend to do that with all our music. Listen to the same artists and genres ad infinitum. To a fault. I know that when I really need to clean out my system, I like to go for a long drive – sometimes across town, sometimes across the whole state. Occasionally the whole country. I used to have to pile a new stack of CDs in the car if I really wanted to regenerate myself. The Internet changed all that. And now I have no excuse for getting stagnant. It’s a new year, so think about doing that for yourself this weekend. This list came together just from sifting through my Spotify Discovery page. It’s already helped to clean out my cobwebs a little. Never heard any of the songs until this morning, but they’re all now part of me. This one worked for me, but by all means, come up with a playlist of your own. Maybe pack it on your Spotify, Pandora, or other virtual jukebox. And head out on the road less traveled. It might make all the difference for you too.
The Road Not Taken
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 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.