There are just some days when you feel a little pensive, a little introspective and i guess today is one of those days for me. Maybe it is the pain from the excruciating facial session just now, or maybe it is just the rain beating down the windows in the afternoon that made me look out to the world and reflect upon my own life.

Life is so not a bed of roses. Everytime you turn one way, a thorn pokes you in the arm. Turn the other way and other thorn hurts you in the knee. Am i really contented with the way life is now? I guess i am to a certain extent. Yet i really yearn much more. I want so much more in life and i am not contented with leading life the way it is now, just sitting on my arse, letting the days go by.

Everytime i think of my own life, i would say to myself "next time when i am ?? old, i would want to accomplish this and that..." I used to think that way when i was younger, back in secondary school, about how when i started working, my life would be sweet and everything will be the way it is supposed to be.

Now, i am in the working world, a jungle-like place they say, and yet somehow it isn't really how i envisioned it to be. Will i just wanna sit here and wait for life to happen to me? I really admire the people who take the road less travelled, and i wish i had the same courage to put down all that is familiar and do just what my heart tells me to.

I wish.


THE ROAD LESS TRAVELLED
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 onto 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 took the one less travelled by
And that has made all the difference

- Robert Frost