Robert Frost’s poem is on my mind today.

The ending goes:

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

A decision is an isthmus that connects your intentions to your actions. The boundary that regulates the osmosis between your inner and outer worlds. Your decision to act upon a good intention is the key that unlocks its manifestation from within your imagination.

That single decision you make touches the souls around you. It elevates the collective intention for good. It leads to other decisions being made that affects the entire universe. It is the butterfly wings of the hidden realm.

The root of the word “decision” literally means “to cut off.” Hence the reason why many find decision-making so difficult insomuch as to be paralysed by it. Along this journey called life, there will come a time when you have to pick one path on which to travel and cut off the other, and the sheer gravity of it will wear you down. But make the decision you must.

Whence does it come? The heart.

Thus, the heart feels the weight. No amount of rationalisation that your mind does can ever overcome the heaviness of your heart of a decision not well taken. But when your ego has just as much access to your heart as your Spirit, and when the devil can whisper insinuations upon it, how can you trust that a decision you have made is good?

You ask for Divine Guidance. You seek Divine Facilitation. When the Divine Hand steers you as you traverse this earthly plane, then every decision you make becomes endowed with Light.

Yet, when you find yourself on a path that falters, renew your intention. Then, re-decide. Return through the ultimate re-turning of your heart to its Lord—through tawba. The Way is not linear. Sometimes, the road forks again to lead you back to the path of Truth, the Way of Al-Haqq. Rumi says, “Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. Come, yet again.” Re-decide. Choose not the path of the ego, but wayfare instead on the path of Love.

When two roads diverge in your wood, take the one less travelled by—the Path of Divine Love—to the Divine Presence.

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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.