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.
We studied this poem back when we were Form Four, if I remembered correctly. It's about the personal choices that we made in our lives and whether we will end up in regret of the decisions we made.
Choices and decisions. It's a very scary thing, knowing that different choices you made today will have different impacts in your life and if you made the wrong choice, then, you have no choice but to stay on board until you reach another stage of your life where you can make another decision.
I'm actually quite scared of my future. All I see in front of me is nothing but complete blur, a rather bleak vision. I have plans but I'm not too sure of which paths to choose and also how my plans will be released into reality instead of being just that, plans.
Is this the feeling of being in the final year of study???
