旅程 / A Journey
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.
Whenever I find myself on a bus or a train, I often times will watch the outside world go by. Continually the scenery will change. Sometimes it might boring, sometimes it might be interesting, sometimes it might be beautiful, sometimes ugly. Often times I will decide to disembark and walk around. If I wander too far, I will many times, continue my journey on a different bus line, etc.
I think it is similar to life. We constantly watch the world go by. Often times we are forced to make split-second decisions regarding whether or not we should head in a new direction even if just for a period of time. If we wait too long then the situation will change, and the opportunity may disappear, yet if we head in that new direction, it is difficult to say if one can ever return to his or her present course, and thus will also inevitably involve sacrifice.