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 trodden black.
Oh, I marked 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.
Robert Frost
I learned about this poem from a Christian fellowship I attended today, which i have been reluctant to join ages ago. I guess God's love made me realized how much i long to worship Him. I was greatly tormented by the eagerness of praising God and worshiping Him endlessly - to feed the needs of my soul. My waiting ended with a rewarding conclusion. How glad i was to receive Daniel's SMS giving me the details of today's fellowship, better still, he offered me a lift. Well, the details are too long to mention. Let's go back to the poem highlighted.
If you see the sketch i have done, though it was not properly drafted but i hope it gives you a rough image of what this poem is all about.
The diverged roads are the path some of us may face in this life. There is an easy path, nonetheless, there is always the harder ones (The bushy road represents the harder path, while the clear road represents what the author illustrated as "grassy and better claim").
Why is this poem so meaningful to me?
Apparently, I have crossed and traveled so many roads. While the easy road has yet to give me any changes into my being, the harder paths that i have gone through in life has in fact scraped a lot of my inner side. But do i regret all the harder roads i have once taken? No. The harder path taught me to climb, to swim, to jump, and to run. It gave me a reason to cry when my skins were torn by the devious thorny leaves, when my legs were too tired to walk, when my wounds bleed endlessly, when the hills were too high to climb. Will I ever reach there? While everyone is taking a few minutes run to the finishing line, I am taking my whole day to wipe my sweats and to find a way to reach to the end.
Do i regret taking the harder road? Do i curse myself for choosing the wrong path?
The road less traveled by, is the road i am willing to choose because there is no greater thing than to learn and explore the wilderness of life and to escape from the sweetness virgin of life; To taste the blood, to taste the roughness of the water, to taste the bitterness of the thorns, and to sweep myself away to the black woods and become a warrior of my own.
Whatever path you may have chosen, there is always a way out. I believe in chances and i believe in making my dreams a reality.
I hope my sharing gives you something to hold on in your life. Hopes and faith come together, then the love will slowly emerge itself away - and one day, you will know how meaningful are all the choices you have made. Hope you will see meaning in this poem, and guide you to where you want to be.
The Bfast crew for the coffee morning (21.07.06)
Memorable picture at the chruch's hall of Holy Family, Kajang
From left:
Dancing Practice for the upcoming event (Malam Kebudayaan 2007') organized by the Christian group from UKM, namely PERKEB
The House-shifting troop (More details on this later)
