The Road Not Taken

the hustle and bustle, the laughter, a few feet away from where i am, where the liveliness of the home aggregates, strong bonds forming between them, invisible yet as real as it could be. but to me, it feels so near yet so far. i wished i could be part of it. if only...

my mind keeps playing over and over again, the events, the fun, the trips that i've missed out. i know i did the right thing, or at least so i chose to believe, but sometimes its hard. will they understand, will they forgive me, will they forget me? sometimes i wonder. and at this moment i suddenly thought of the poem we learnt long long time ago. robert frost painted my thoughts in words so aptly:-

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;	5
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,	10
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.	15
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.	20

Whether the difference is of a significant or trivial one, who knows. will i get to where i wanna be, or will my sacrifice be futile after which would send me back to square one? too many insecurities, uncertainty. but right now i guess its really not the time to dwell on it. am digging up a hole to bury them thoughts so that i can focus on what i can do. :)