I was so upset. I should listen
to my guts. To my inner voice! Why would I ignore my own heart? I should be the
one who realize that this isn’t going anywhere. Why would I lied to myself and
keep convincing myself that everything is going to be alright? Going to be
fine? And yet, the reality it is not getting any better. It’s getting bad, no,
in facts it’s getting worse every single day I breathe. I’m feeling restless; exhausted
by the facts I can’t change anything. For these years, I thought I’m not going
to do the same mistake again and yet, here I’ am standing on the wrong path
again. Lost, miserable, terrible road! Should I turn my head and looking back? Or
should I choose left? Or right? Or should I just standing here while looking at
other people passing me by? What wrong with me? And I can’t remember when is
the last time I can’t make a decision for myself..No, you’re lying again. You always can’t make a decision by yourself!
You always flow with the wind. You never make any decision. Oh dear..Then is it
time to make decision? The real one? Can I trust myself to do the right things?
Of course I can…but I’m scared, my mind was spinning and I’m confused. My mind
keeps denying my inner voice. Which one should I trust? Oh wait; I can’t even differentiate
both..! There goes the circle..I always
run around in unknown circle. It’s breaking my heart for not knowing me. Then here I’ am still..Standing in the middle
of nowhere..when I’m going to move on? I have no idea, maybe I should stand a
little longer..a little long..long…long…long way…
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.
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