The Easy Way, Or The Hard Way......

And is there really a "better" way? When I think of Robert Frost's poem, The Road Not Taken, I don't think he was speaking of difficulty or ease, but more or less what he had learned or gained. 

The "untaken" road may not be easier or harder, at least if I layer in my experiences, just different. Is the easy path really a better one, what about the hard road? Should we rejoice in a bunch of hard work that gains us nearly half of what easy work will? Humanity seems to rejoice in hard-fought-labor, yet we really are out for the good/easy life? No one admires the slavish among us, but those that produce. And if I work triple the hours to produce the same results as someone who accomplishes the same with less efforts then we are talking about efficiency, and that's innovation. 

So what's your take on Frost's poem and decide - hard or easy? 

The Original: 

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 marked 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.