and what might not, or might have been...
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.
remember this poem? back from the school days.
haha... don't think i appreciated this poem this much back then.
perhaps because we were forced to learn about it?
about the paths not taken, choices not made.
the times we hesistated.
what if i did this, what if i didn't do that..
does it even make a difference when all is done?
but yea again. its part of nature to do so,
even when we already started getting sick of ourselves doing so.
we can't help but always wonder.
about the other side of the road.
and so, we wonder and wonder...
though when it perfectly makes no sense at all.
if it's that hard to be true, even to yourself....and a friend of mine was saying,
whatever this is you're trying to do;
it ain't right.
a jerk wouldn't feel bad for whatever that is done or happened.
so where does that leave me? a jerk with guilt?
but.. being a jerk or not. does it even matter? would it make any difference? then why bother?
or as we say: just don't give a shit or damn about it. get a life
so.. why bother? just don't. =)
