The Road Taken


As summer unfolds, we behold and endure graduation ceremonies – the recognition of academic milestones, the bestowing of diplomas, the conferring of awards and the delivery, to excess, of commencement addresses.

Having had the privilege for many years of serving as a teacher and an administrator of a Jewish high school, I probably imposed on captive audiences more than my share of shared wisdom, heaping servings of words that were likely lost entirely in the reveries of proud parents and squirmy students. Now, having had graduates of my own and having been on the receiving end of graduation speeches, I find myself with a fresh appreciation for oratorical minimalism.

Still and all, an occasional graduation speech – sometimes even one delivered by an actual graduate – achieves memorability. That was the case at one of our daughters’ high school graduations.

The custom at the Orthodox Jewish all-girls school she attended is to not designate a valedictorian or salutatorian. Instead, the class members themselves, by closed vote, suggest several young women to briefly share thoughts with those gathered for the graduation ceremony.

One of the seniors that year began with what seasoned graduation-goers immediately recognized, and dreaded, as a numbing cliché: a reference to Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken.”

Oy, we collectively (if silently) moaned. Another declaration of personal independence, one more sweet paean to individualism. Although a careful reading of the poem reveals the possibility, perhaps probability, of an ironic intent in Frost’s haunting words, the poem has nevertheless widely come to be taken as a satisfied celebration of individuality, of the existential value of the less-traveled road.

Now there’s nothing wrong with individuality, to be sure. But all the same, the poem and its purported point are rather heavily traveled themselves, having become staples of countless literature classes, poetry recitals – and graduations.

So I sank in my seat with resignation, reassuring myself that it would all be over soon enough. As it happened, though, where this particular young Jewish woman went with Frost’s famous lines was something not to be missed. I don’t have her words before me but I well recall their essence.

The poem’s narrator, she explained, seems to take pride in having chosen from the “two roads diverged in a yellow wood” the one “less traveled by” – a choice that, looked back upon “somewhere ages and ages hence,” would turn out to have “made all the difference.”

The graduation speaker, though, begged to take issue with the idea that the less traveled path is necessarily the more valiant choice. The life-path, for example, that she and her classmates had come to value most was a road well-worn indeed, trodden by countless Jewish generations that came this way before our own arrival here.

We hold our heads high, she declared, as we endeavor to walk in their very footsteps, filled with pride at the chance to follow such inspiring predecessors, and to wear as did they, the hallowed mantle of Torah and Jewish observance. Judaism, after all, she explained, is not about blazing new paths but about cherishing and preserving time-honored ones.

It was, ironically, a rebellious message in its own way. It boldly shunned the conformity-in-the-guise-of-individualism proffered at every turn by our open, freedom-loving society, a society that trumpets self-celebration, self-fulfillment, self respect, self.

What this seventeen-year-old was saying was that our undeniable value as individuals must be tempered by, even made subservient to, our value as links over history in a chain of life and family and peoplehood – as members of an eternal community of belief and commitment.

It is a message, truly, for our times. In an age of emotional alienation, marital discord, rampant consumerism and instant gratification, nothing could be healthier to digest than the fact that we have not only desires but responsibilities, that we were gifted with our lives to fulfill something more than ourselves.

Those who come to recognize that fact, and its upshot, will likely one day, ages hence, look back and realize that, indeed, it really made all the difference.


[Rabbi Shafran is director of public affairs for Agudath Israel of America]

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Friar Yid
7 years 5 months ago

But R’ Shafran is right that Frost was patting himself on the back for his courage in taking “the road less traveled” and that nowadays it is quite the fashion among soi-disant intellectuals and elitists to imagine themselves as non-conformists and individualists when they are really all streaming down what they imagine to be the “road less traveled.”

And is it any better to pat oneself on the back for taking the MORE traveled road? It seems that the REAL problem here is deciding without thinking. If one is informed in one’s decision and believe it to truly be what you… Read more »

7 years 5 months ago

I would prefer if the rabbi would compare what is hapenning in schools and graduation ceremonies with the best the ‘ world ‘has to offer , I mean progressive education where cooperative learning , community and the love of learning are the foundations. How competitive is the school , were ‘ awards’ ( rewards that are made scarce) presented? How much of the being number obsession of America still is part of frum schools. is the learning , student directed with cooperative learning , chavrutos and chaburos or mainly traditional frontal transmission of information , are rewards and punishments… Read more »

Toby Katz
7 years 5 months ago

“The young lady you mention chose to take the road “more traveled” and she deserves kudos for that choice.
However, it must be A CHOICE! The important point is that there were two roads.”


Everyone has bechira. Whether to remain true to the Torah or to abandon it is always a choice. There are always two roads (at least!)

Usually, of course, there are myriad roads — numerous points in a person’s life where a choice must be made between the right thing and the wrong thing, or a so-so thing and a better thing.

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Steve Brizel
7 years 5 months ago

Fascinating article. I thought that it was an excellent example of how one can derive a fundamental lesson in hashkafa from a seemingly secular source.

7 years 5 months ago

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

The key to these few lines lie not in which road was taken. The young lady you mention chose to take the road “more traveled” and she deserves kudos for that choice.
However, it must be A CHOICE! The important point is that there were two roads.
Too often in today’s community it seems as though only one is proffered.
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