The Road not Taken

Have u heard of a Poet called Robert Frost. When I was in high school, I used to sketch my own scrap book particularly for poems. I drew them nicely with color pencils and crayons. And I wrote poems by famous poets all over with fountain pen. And finally I bind them with my own imagination and designs.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
and sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveller, 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 feet 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 travelled by,
and that has made all the difference

That's my favorite ultimate poem among all. It relates to the recent experience in life. Although I may find myself in a state of confusions based on the confessions I made and the path I chose. Yet, I am very unsure abt the truth. I have given a choice, I would rather choose not to take my road down to hypermarket for avocados on that day.

Since it has been another episode of my life and it is my destiny to go through such state. I will cast all my cares to HIM and he will give you rest. Psalms 55.22.