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
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This poem is about a moment a person has decided his/her way.
I was attracted(?) by this poem since this poem is explaining the process of making decision too easily compared to what i do in making a choice. Making a decision is one of the things i hate doing the most. In fact, it is one of my complexes. what usually happend to me when i go to a restaurant i take at least 20 minutes of deciding what to eat. It is unexplicably painful process that i have to go through each time. Go back to the poem, it sounded very cool to me the fact that the person int he poem has chosen a way that has been less traveled which connects to a new advanture or new attempt. Trying somethings new looks coooool~~~!!!
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