Looking back and wondering..

The Road Not Taken

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. Robert Frost There were times that we face this kind of decisions, in the past or in the present. Years later whenever I looked back I always wonder, would it have been different? How would this affect the people around me, the people I have met or the place I am at right now?  Have I not trode on that path, would I be a different person today. And how would I be now? With a different personality, a different ambition, a different dream, a different perspective? What would be of me? I finally understood what the sentence 'I shall be telling this with a sigh'. In the past, I was told that it was the author regret's that he could not travel both road (or to pick both his options). For me, it is a sigh of wondering what could have been, or would have. Yellow leaves and maple leaves, I bid adieu to thee, For once there were remembrance, For now no longer fresh, One part longing, one part disagreeing, I see the past before me, Walking calmly, gently and slowly, towards the future I seek.