“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. “
I feel like I am at that crossroads now. And everything I do, every decision I make will make all the difference for the rest of my life. And I feel like I have botched it up completely. As a person wrought with indecision I feel like I always make the wrong choice. But no other decision before in my life seems to be taking me down an actual road such as this one.
I feel I was at a crossroads and I’ve taken the wrong road and there is nothing I can do to turn around and make the decision again.
