Pilih, memilih, terpilih dan dipilih....

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 feet 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 travelled by,
and that has made all the difference


I find myself separated, diverged and segmented into various roads today. There were signboards to lead me, but where's the fun if you follow the lead. Whatever that is lurking behind those bushes kept me on my toes. Yup, i'm addicted to the challenge of keeping a thick skin in a windy storm. The question is, do you accept it as it is or do you take charge? If you limit your choices only to what seems possible or reasonable, you disconnect yourself from what you truly want, and all that is left is compromise. Rezeki? Takdir? Nasib? .......Damn it, im out. Cheers~