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. – by -Robert Frost
Humans are afraid of making choices.
Life sometimes, is a bet!
An inevitable risk every single one of us have to take.
Moreover, the complicated processes and choices affect one’s particular surrounding.
The affected ones though, have no freedom to change the past,
no freedom to choose to get affected or not.
Winding paths of choices not only affect and affected by families, but also friends.
And yet a blurry future awaits.
No matter how much I want to run away from reality,
Somewhere in my heart, I know I couldn’t and wouldn’t.
Choices that I made are based on my knowledge, experiences, and up-bringing.
Isn’t it hard to be a stronger daughter than her mother?
When I think of complicated family’s obstacles,
my heart pounds heavier and faster,
and at the same time, I don’t want to be a quitter, nor a loser.
I still do not want to let my future to be clouded by present misery.
I had and have ran away from friends,
but unfortunately, I cannot run away from my family,
no matter how complicated challenges are.
I have to be more independent, from my family and my friends.
I can only wish people around me will influence me to be a rational, sensible, and realistic person,
Even if this is hard.
I wonder what will happen to me if I choose the winding path that my mother had chosen,
Will I survive till today? Will I be able to sip the bits of happiness that I had?
Will I be able to be a rational, sensible, and realistic human being independently?
