Friday, April 09, 2004
Reflection

The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, 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 travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.

What the HELL was I thinking when I applied to do medicine? Being a medical student who suffers from inferiority, I try very hard to love/appreciate whatever I've studied. Somehow, it is still baseless. I like law but I never did have the guts to go against my parent's will. I don't have the confidence/will power to fight for something I really want in fear that I would be blamed for it. Born with too much water and too little wood element perhaps. Anyway, this poem does not reflect much on my life but I like it. Like I've once said, swallow-own-sorrow-bite-own-bitterness.
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