a story in progress

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 equaly 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.


TO be honest..This is one of the very few poems I actually like reading and that it also inspired me in ways that even I cann't explain..But again..I felt the poet is right in telling us that there are endless choices to be made and every choice has its consequences..And of course..Being humans..We tend to seek a mean to justify our decisions..And yet..AT the end..Is there an answer?And what if it isn't the answer that we have been searching for?And I, too has many choices to make..Yes..I had made many choices for so many past years and some I regreted and some I am happy with them..Its definitely a way of life itself..For years behind and also years beyond..

Anyway, I am still living through my life and doesn't know what things are installed for me in the future but I certainly hope that a few things in my life remain unchanged..Such as a few of my dear friends which I dread someday will be unsignificant or even forgotten in my life..I hope that one day as I look back into the past-probably reminiscing about it..I can atleast said that..YEA those are the good old days!