During my English department graduation, the keynote speaker –– a high school English teacher who had graduated from UW English some decades before –– did the thing everyone does. She quoted Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken," but she insisted that she would rectify all who had done it before; she would do it **correctly**. She would not reiterate the false meaning of the poem assumed by most: to take the "road less traveled." But she would tell us the true meaning: that we will look back at our lives with happiness, whichever road we take.
As David Orr writes in his Paris Review article on the subject, "It’s a commentary on the self-deception we practice when constructing the story of our own lives.” In psychological terms, Orr is referring to us looking back at our lives with rosey retrospection, creating ideals of our lives and the decisions we make along the way. The two roads were pretty much the same, but we will tell ourselves the one we took was better.
This speech at my graduation, which I actually –– mindbogglingly –– enjoyed at the time, a month later seems less suited for college graduates than it does for someone retiring. It would have better served a senior who feels regretful about their time spent over their years. I, on the other hand, have years of potential to shape the road I want to travel. I don't yet want the comfort of looking back feeling satisfied at the life I lived, one that was just one of many alike paths. I want comfort of knowing I will make strong, well-informed decisions that have power to change the world (or at the very least, the microcosm I live in).
I really wish instead of telling us how we will be looking at our lives when we are old, the speaker would have told us which road to take now. Even if the roads looked "really about the same" from the viewpoint of the fork, how would we know where these roads would lead after "it bent in the undergrowth"? Is the point that whatever we do, we'll look back at our lives with a glassy twinkle in our eye and a closed mouth smile on our face?
When we look at a fork in the road, with two or many paths we could take, life is all potential. Each road, while both look about the same from where we are, will undoubtedly lead us in very diverging directions. They will each lead us to different interactions, unlikely relationships, unique experiences. While neither may be good or bad, they will be markedly dissimilar, and it is worth accepting that there is such thing as choosing wrong.
This isn't to say that we can't repair the decision that leads us to dark, scary woods or that we can't totally fuck up the decision that leads us to the brisk and sunny mountain peak. Decisions, by no means, are final. But I don't think we should be telling graduates that whichever path they take will lead to contentment, because this is essentially telling us our decision-making is meaningless. If we will be happy regardless –– which, on a separate note, is just not true –– then why put any thought into any decisions at all? That is no life lesson to learn as an emerging adult.
As I move forward with making my decisions: To move here, or there? To pursue journalism, or academia? To teach at a high school, or a collegiate level? I find myself thinking about this keynote speech: My decisions are not weightless. Each choice requires hours and hours of considering, planning, applying, and this is good. We should be putting much more thought into our decisions than just simply choosing one side of a fork versus another. We should be choosing paths that empower, excite, and enlighten us.
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