Personal Narrative: A Road Not Taken

Defining an individual notion is denoting its differences form other ideas and situations. When Robert Frost wrote “A Road Not Taken,” he uses a simple metaphor between life and a road in a very relatable manner. In the highway of life, we all venture down the road until a fork appears, and we are left to make a decision. Whether it is a yes or no, left or right, or right and wrong, this process separates us, and does so until only one person remains on a road. Our lives are judged on our position on this road, and my choice of playing golf “has made all the difference.” It is not that golf is an unheard of sport, but that no one in my close family plays it, is what matters. When I was 16, I wanted to find a lifelong hobby that would benefit me more than being a time filler. I was looking around, and discovered that golf is the modern day office, with business happening more on the green, than inside a physical office.

It was a bittersweet beginning to something I learned to love. Mt year began shaky, but quickly gained momentum. Just when I reached my personal best, and was playing at a high level, my game started to decline. It was at the most inopportune time, the week before playoffs. I spent every possible moment at the course, and taking advice form anyone who would give it in the hopes of fixing my game. I found a tiny piece of my previous game I had lost, and did well enough to advance, even if my team did not advance. The next week was where we were knocked out the year before, and advancing to the final round of state was on my mind. I began tournament day with no consistency in my swing, and a nervous heart. I stumbled my first half of the tournament, and realized my high school career was going to be over at the end of the day. I used this as fuel and began to play the golf of my life. I finished the day, and was heartbroken that I lost in the most consoling aspect of my