The Road that I choose

I was reading a book entitled "Rich Dad, Poor Dad" by Robert T. Kiyosaki when I came across this poem. The poem that I used to learn during my secondary school, all my past memory suddenly swoosh back to my mind that I feel grateful of what I have today. Some person may refer myself as a looser but, it is the road that I choose, the unclear destiny that I may grateful for in the years to come.... (smile)

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down 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-

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

                                                      Robert Frost [1916]