Tuesday, September 1, 2009

The road not taken



Lives are actually almost like roads, there are shortcuts, highways, off track routes etc.. When you come to a crossroad, you have to decide. If the 2 roads seems almost similiar, it will be hard. When there's a shortcut, you may think of its dangers taking it. Its all about choices and decisions. The easy way out of this, is having a clear direction where are we heading. Happiness? Peace? Love? Richness?

Majority won't think of this, as they just go with the flow, or just decide what are we feeling (sounds like an animal). In the market world, this type of group are the easiest to cheat. They can just twist the signboard and lead you off track in moments. With the digital technology and media, and girls who can talk, we are blinded.



The sad truth is, we are all heading towards death, we are on a death train, the last stop is death. We are enjoying ourselves on the train, trying to forget about death (touch wood).



I always wonder about the path or road not taken, the decisions that is not our normal way of doing it. In the Fringe movie, it touched abit about this, stating deja vu as a short memory of another world, where it is like a mirror world to ours, where we make decisions the other way, or the road not taken. Below, is a poem once I learnt in high school by Robert Frost. I only understand it now..

THE ROAD NOT TAKEN (ROBERT FROST- 1920)

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.



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