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 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.  

   Robert Frost ,1920

This poem, reminds me of my English teacher at school, a very understanding and helpful teacher, Miss Kartika Ibrahim.

She taught me English since i was in form 3 until i graduated from school. hehe

I miss her.

This poem portrays what i feel right now.

Between two extraordinary chances and opportunities that i have.

Which one is the best for me.

 I want to travel both. But how?

Long I stood.

Hundreds times, thousand times, changing decision.

Thus, what is the final decision?

Time is running out.

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