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.

Ah,the exact poem which reflects into my mind when I think of what I'm facing now. I have exactly two roads now to take and obviously, I'm still in the midst of choosing one. Both of the roads would mean goodness to me in various ways but which would I be choosing ?? Should I be going back to my old times in doing the similar thing which I've been doing for the past 5 years ?? Or should I not do it at all cost and perform a 180 degree turn from here onwards ??

Sometimes, there are things inside my mind which I wanted to do but I do not have the courage to do it anymore. But I know, decisions had to be made no matter what. I hope that I would be able to face this diverged route of mine. Where I can only be at one path. Would I be as the poem said whether I would be looking back at the past next time with a sigh and fret through it because I couldn't take the other road.

Pray for me in this matter

Hence,
I take my leave