The Road Not Taken

6:37 PM

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.

by Robert Frost.

One wouldn't feel anything until it's happened.

It has been some times I read this poem, truly it doesn't mean anything to me. I was always thinking that I am in the right way, not perfect, yeah but not too bad.

In fact, plan was always plan. When time came to reality, regret is too late.

Anyhow, there is still a long way to go. Blessing everything go right now, blessing that this road is the road that I want, and blessing everything go smoothly in the upcoming work and vacation that I have been long waiting for.