Two roads diverged in a wood…

Robert Frost once said:

“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”

We walk through life with a certain perspective, ambition to where we would like to go, the goals we’d like to reach.  We have this perfect image in our head of where we’re going to be standing in 10 years. We seek perfection and satisfaction… we lean towards a certain image drawn by our upbringing, our social entourage and our deepest desire for success in many different aspects of life.  But if it were just as easy as willing it, we would all be kings and queens. Unfortunately, it’s not.

If you reach the destination you’ve been so longing for, well you’d be one of the few lucky minority. And in order to arrive to the end line, there are choices that you will have to make. Choices  affecting every outcome, every consequence, every turn you take… choices… affected by your mood, your friends, the signs around you, your desire, your logic, the flow of people around you, your needs… one of the hardest tests along the way… to be able to make a choice….

“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.”

Through our each individual journey, every now and then we would be at a crossroad. Dilemma would set sail and confusion would reign. How do you choose which way to go? Who to follow? Whether to lead? Just how can you possibly take a pick out of this whole world of endless  possibilities. Now, surely you’d like to take the easy way out. The choice that threatens you the most and threatens the balance you have created for yourself. Do you dare shake it and create an alternative lifestyle for you? What if you fail? What if the choice that you take this day would create infinite ripples of repercussions; so infinite that the shifts in dimension that would take place would be amnesic to your mind and soul.

“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.”

However, life is fragile. Fragile and swift. To have regrets and disappointments is useless and purely painful. It’s only natural to wish upon a star, to hope for another chance to take it back. Not all stories have a happy ending, not all picks turn out to be the best. But regretting them surely would not bring you forth in life. Walking down the road, you can’t help but glance into the past. However, it’s all about perception and perception is relative. While some might be heartbroken over what could have been only if; others know that learning is the big outline of the entire experience. It doesn’t help feeling sorry for yourself. But if you could take a handful of lessons out of each experience then what ever you have done has turned into success!

“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.”

When life deals you a certain set of variables, you’d think that the options are so limited. You think that this is the most that you’re gonna take it. But the truth is, if you let your imagination run a little wild, you’ll find yourself in places you never dreamed of seeing. If you just let loose, you’ll turn those options around and create your own set of variables.

Everything is interchangeable and intertwined. When a drop of your tears falls, or a vibe of your laughter glows your entire future re-shapes itself. Nothing is for granted, nothing is stolen, all is deserved! The colors of life are infinite and admirable, so why not use them and abuse them

Taking risks is what makes this lifetime worthy, fun and livable. Sure, we can all live in a viciously dull cycle and always be safe – rather than sorry. However, we can also make the most out of it – and let the sky be our limits. Life is full of clichés: which ones would you pick?