~The Road Not Yet Taken~

这个时期应该就是目前我的人生最无头绪的日子了。好羡慕可以知道自己下一步要往哪儿走的人。好羡慕可以毫无顾虑做自己想做的人。好羡慕可以很勇敢做决定而不后悔的人。说穿了，我只是一个害怕改变的人。害怕选错行业，害怕浪费时间，害怕改变环境，太多太多的害怕。什么都想做，而什么都不想做。人生总有好多的分岔路，而只有自己能决定自己要走的路。

The poem that i learned in Form 4, but only possess feeling eight years later. Life as a journey, full of path to explore. The only way, to bold, creative, adventurous in taking up the challenges. Another eight years later, i will still look back, wonder..but no way to regret..

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 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.